#but as soon as he started cleaning i’m like i’m outta here

[butchtaurus]

cleaning out the gutter cause it poured rain outta them the other day and my mom was like we should get the man to help.

and the first thing he does is complain that the guys who clean our roof should’ve cleaned the gutters too (that was not a part that was discussed when my mom hired them) and my mom is getting mad like ‘it doesn’t matter now, we just have to get it done!’ and he continues like ‘well but he shoulda cleaned these, it’s part of his job’ and in my head im like shut the fuck UP go fucking do his job then if you think it’s wrong 🙄

[inkedells]

cowboy!logan teasing his girl when he figures out she likes him sweaty and messy from work...

[god him in this gif has me scratching the walls]

pairing: cowboy!logan x f!reader

wc: 587

Cowboy!Logan coming home to you after a long day of herding cattle.

His face is shining with sweat, his scent deliciously musky. Not far off from how he looks when he’s just orgasmed, you think, despite your best efforts not to let your mind go there. Dark denim stained with mud at the hem, his boots in a similar state. Plaid button-up tucked into a fat belt, the sleeves rolled up his thick, veiny forearms.

Yeah, you’re gonna make sure he fucks you. As soon as possible.

“Missed you, baby,” He says with the softest barely-there smile. He slides off his dirty boots by the entryway, mumbling an apology for the mess he’s causing. “And I’ll clean that up soon as I’m outta the shower.” It’s said with a grin and raised hands, as if he’s expecting you to scold him.

But you’re too busy staring at his arms.

“Something wrong?” He asks, his smile falling as he walks toward you.

“Don’t shower,” You say simply, quietly. You meet his eyes and watch his confusion transform into understanding—No, smug understanding. There’s a lump in your throat now, but you swallow it down quickly and stand up straighter. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

He’s smirking, even as he speaks. “‘Cause I’m dirty. And I stink. Don’t wanna ruin that pretty dress.” He looks down at you, taking in the sight of your body in the thin, sheer fabric. Of course, you go red in the face at his words and his scrutinizing eye, and of course, he takes it as his cue to crowd you until you’re backed up against the kitchen counter.

“But…” He starts, placing a calloused hand flat on the expanse of skin just above the swell of your breast. “You,” He pushes his fingers under your strap, “Don’t,” slides it off your shoulder, “Care.” He rushes to give your bare breast a long, firm squeeze, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you when he does. But then he pauses his actions to whisper teasingly, "Do you?"

You shake your head immediately, and he starts back up again. He plays with you, slow and methodical and loving, yet perfectly aggressive. Like a man. 

While you watch his hand, hypnotized, Logan is intently observing your face and subconsciously mimicking your expressions. When your eyebrows knit, so do his. When your mouth falls open, so does his. And when you’ve only just begun to lean in for a kiss, he’s leaning in the rest of the way, capturing your mouth with searing hunger as he moves his lips against you expertly.

He’ll carry you into your shared bedroom eventually. Make sweet love to you until the clouds shielding the moon settle into a low fog in preparation for the morning dew. Until you’re just as sweaty as he is, until the only words coming out of your mouth are "I love you," and, "Don’t stop," and, "Faster."

And it’s that last command which consumes him as he kneels between your legs right here, right now, stroking you over your underwear while he fantasizes about fingering you open. He'll take his time with it, do it properly, so he can fuck you as deep and hard as he wants to much later—after your greedy pussy is inevitably tired of the decorum involved with simply making love for hours. You’ll want to fuck, dirty and messy and rough, and he’ll wonder how such a sweet girl could get so drunk on cock. He would bother spitting the question at you between sharp, relentless thrusts, if he didn't already know the answer. Only for you, Logan.

a/n: my requests are open! gimme all ur ideas <3 also reblog to support ur fav authors!

[strangelysamantha]

closing shifts ❀

steve harrington x fem!reader.

warnings: super cute fluff!

words: 1,026.

summary: scoops ahoy after hours, i guess closing shifts at work aren’t half bad when you have steve to entertain you!

request? no

a/n: i’m so madly in love with steve harrington. i’m so excited to start writing for other characters now:)

my masterlist

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“the mall is closing soon, which tasks do you want to do tonight?” you question steve. he rolls his eyes, “we’re here everyday, can’t we just for once, not do our job?” he laughs but continues, “not like anyone will notice…” you cross your arms together, “steve… someone will notice. and unlike you, i don’t have daddy’s money so i need this job.” he scoffs, “had, don’t forget, HAD daddy’s money. i don’t have that luxury anymore.” you hide your smile, “exactly my point so you need this job just as much, thanks for doing the work for me!” you run off to the back, grabbing the sanitizing spray; preparing to clean the counters. you grab the broom for steve as well.

“here how about you sweep, that’s easy enough for you, right?” you egg him on just to get a reaction. “yes, i guess ill sweep.” you pretend to aim the spray bottle at his face, “watcha going to do harrington?” you laugh as he throws his hands up, completely dropping the broom to the floor in the process. “please! please! don’t spray!” you lower the spray, “hey at least your hat is covering your hair so it won’t get ruined!” he sighed in relief, “never been so thankful for this damn scoops ahoy hat in my life.” you stop being distracted and walk over to the register. steve bends over to pick up the broom to continue sweeping. after he swept, he grabbed the mop, while you counted the register down. “do you want any ice cream before we go stevie?” you yell out to him. he follows your voice to find you, “no i’m ice creamed out. thanks though.” you nod in agreement, “me too. maybe we should get a job somewhere else, take advantage of their free food policy.” he laughed, “as if it’s not embarrassing enough to work here, it would be worse if we worked somewhere else, people would think we got fired or something.” you heart jumps at the idea of him actually wanting to follow you to a different job. your crush on steve was hard to hide, but in order to be “professional” at work, you had to keep it under wraps. besides, steve would only see you as a friend. he’s made it very clear with his desperate attempts of flirting with the costumers, that he had a specific type in mind.

you put everything else away, and meet up with steve. you verify that everything is done, and you both clock out. “let’s get outta here.” you say excitedly, practically running to the gate. he laughs and follows after you hurriedly. “i’m so glad it’s over.” you close it, and lock everything up. this was your favorite time of the night. since it was so late and dark out, steve made sure to walk you to your car for safety. “what was your favorite part about today?” you ask him. “i think it was funny when that guy paid for his ice cream, turned around, and immediately ran into someone.”

“that guy was so mad he lost his ice cream, while the other girl was so mad she had her new shirt ruined. talk about a loose loose!” he’s amused by your comment, “what are your plans tonight?” he asks you. you shrug, “i’m not sure yet. i wanted to hang out with my friend but he cancelled.” you frown, but it wasn’t surprising. steve stopped dead in his tracks, “he!” you glance over at him shocked, “what?” he repeats himself, “who is he!” you roll your eyes, “it’s not like that steve, trust me. he is just an old pal from my last job. we had a class together in high school, but that was about it. we were supposed to hang out tonight but he had something pop up.” he nods listening, “well, do you think you have a crush on him?” you did not want to be having this conversation, let alone it being with steve the hair harrington, the last thing he needs to know is who you have a crush on.

“steve, he is dating someone already. i don’t have a crush on him, he’s just cool to talk to sometimes. plus after graduation it’s been hard to keep a lot of friends, people grow and move on.” you keep walking, hoping to make it to your car soon. steve continues questioning you. “i see, well then who do you have a crush on? there’s got to be someone, right?” you turn over to see his face, you couldn’t quite tell what he was wanting. “i mean yeah, i have a crush, but steve, just because you like someone doesn’t mean you have a chance with them.” steve frowns, “well when you think that way, then you definitely won’t ever know if you can get your crush or not! you have to be more optimistic!”

“have a goodnight stevie.” you unlock your car and open the door, he comes around your car, standing outside the driver door. “i’ll get it out of you one of these days, i’m going to be your ultimate wingman.” you roll your eyes, “i don’t need you as a wingman, i can get anyone if i really wanted too.” you start your car, waiting to see how he responds. “is that a challenge?” he asks, his determination is admirable, but at the most it’s intolerable. “steve, if i say yes, will you let me go home?” you chuckle. he grins, “yes!” you shake your head, “fine it’s a challenge. we’ll talk more about it tomorrow alright? i gotta get some sleep.” he lightly taps your car, “perfect, that works, i’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning!” he says goodbye before heading to his car, hopping in, and driving off.

you heart burns. you want to prove to steve that you can get any guy you want, but at the same time, you don’t want just any guy, you just want him. you head home, no other plans for you to attend, you get ready for bed. getting prepared for your shift with steve tomorrow.

[bihanspookies]

If you’re willing to do requests: MK1 Earthrealm Champions with a reader who’s a vigilante assassin?

Helll yeah bruudddeerrr, let’s get it

I’m writing it as them finding out what you do 🧐

Johnny Cage

• You saw how he reacted to Liu Kang, Bi Han and Kuai Liang showing up at his front step. He didn’t believe diddly squat until he saw magical shit up close and personal. You think he’d be a little more open to finding out you’re a vigilante assassin but—

• When he first finds out of course he’s in disbelief, he’s standing there with his hands on his hips and looking at you like 🤨

• He’s known you for YEARS how could he have not known this?

• Honestly though he finds it hot.

• Brains, beauty AND deadly?? Sign him tf up.

• Now he knows for sure to not mess with you.

“Wait wait wait so you’re saying that was you who took that guy out? Get outta here.” He waves a hand dismissively at you, using his other hand to take a sip of his drink. You both had been drinking the night away casually, swapping random stories when you had let it slip about your little ‘side job’.

“It’s true Johnny, not quite sure how I can prove it you but,” You shrug, downing the rest of your drink and popping one of the table snacks into your mouth. Johnny can only look at you, lips parted in suspicion as he tries to process the information you just told him.

“So the—?”

“Yeah.”

“And the guy—?”

“Mhm.”

“….Fucking amazing.”

Kenshi

• He isn’t quite sure how to handle it tbh. One on hand he understands wanting to punish those that deserve it but on the other he doesn’t like that you’re putting yourself in danger, no matter how good you say you are.

• He knew something was up with you the more he got to know you. How you’d seem more tired on certain days, bruises that were way too severe from just a simple sparring session, or how you’d suddenly take interest in someone from Kenshi’s past.

• He got extra worried when he saw you snooping through his office one day, filing through some old papers before claiming that you were ‘looking for something else’.

• He followed you one night, using Sento to guide him with ease throughout the city. It was late, raining, and he was starting to get frustrated the longer he tailed you.

• Finally he feels you stop, slipping quietly into a building from the fire escape. He’s not too far behind, climbing up and through the window just in time to see you slice open the neck of some poor unsuspecting man.

• He jumps down and makes his way to you, ready to tear you a new one until he sees that it’s someone from his yazuka days.

“The hell are you doing??” He hisses your name, Sento clutched tight in his tattooed hands as he approaches. He glances down at the bloody body on the floor, muffled gurgled sounds of his former enemy choking on his blood.

“The hell are you doing here?” You retort back, wiping your blade clean with your shirt and tucking it back into its sheath.

Kenshi doesn’t know what to say, too stunned at just witnessing you murder someone without even batting an eye. You can see the gears turning in his head and decide to let him in on your secret other life. You’ve known him for years, you can trust him.

“Vigilante… assassin?” He doesn’t like how the words taste on his tongue, grimacing at he tries to connect them and you together despite what he just witnessed.

You had walked and talked, disposing of the body as you did so and soon you find yourselves sitting on top of another building.

For the first time in a while you feel nervous, fiddling with your nails as you watch him soak in this new information.

“I just… be careful alright? I don’t like it but I can’t stop you.”

Kung Lao

• Like Johnny he also doesn’t believe you at first, claiming that you’re just making shit up to have a one up on him.

• You know that scene in the incredibles when Helen spins around in the chair waiting for Bob and she’s like “is this rubble 🤨.” That’s Kung Lao when you come home late one night covered in blood and debris.

• He’s immediately on you, asking where the hell you’ve been while also questioning why you look like you just came out of the Koliseum.

• Usually you’re so careful when coming back, slipping in and out like a snake but this particular job had nearly gone wrong so you’d been a little reckless when coming back inside your home.

• Knowing there was no way out of this one, you sat him down and started to explain everything. It’s a good thing Kung Lao didn’t play poker because his poker face was absolutely awful. His facial features showing exactly what he was feeling in the moment.

• When you finished, he was silent for a few moments before letting out a chuckle. He gave a look of ‘really?’ And you could only sit there and watch him try to soak up everything you said.

“So you’re a sort of crime fighting assassin? Please, you insult me.” He crosses his arms over his chest, eyebrow raised and a bit of a smug smirk on his lips. You can only huff, rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him.

“Lao it’s true, I don’t know what else you want me to tell you.”

His smile slowly dies off his lips, noticing your posture and the lack of humor in your voice. You’ve never been one to lie to him so why start now? It starts to lock into place when previous instances start to pop into head and suddenly he’s sitting up straighter in his chair.

“You’re… really going out and doing these things?”

Instead of answering you turn and lift your shirt up, showcasing the gash on your lower back that was caked with dry blood. He hisses, running his fingertips across the top before pulling back and lowering your shirt.

“Not quite sure I believe you yet but let’s get you cleaned up first.”

When he finally does accept what you do, he’s very excited to have you fight along his side, wanting to low key turn any fight you do into a competition even more now.

Raiden

• You know that face he did when Kitana said that she heard he has a crush on her. Yeah that’s him when he finds out.

• At first he’s stuck processing it, because he never thought that you of all people would do that.

• But the more he thinks about it the more he’s impressed and although he wishes that you would leave that stuff to the law, he knows what it’s like to having to take matters into your own hands.

• He admires you for being able to go out and just take someone out with no thoughts about it whatsoever.

• But also he can’t help but worry every time you disappear because now he knows what you’re truly up to. He knows you can take care of yourself but still.

• It’s late at night when he catches you slipping out, softly calling out your name to stop you.

“Another job?”

You nod, no expression whatsoever as you linger by the window. Your gloved hand taps silently against the frame, wanting to reassure Raiden that you’d be fine but truthfully these things could go either way and you didn’t want to give him the false hope.

He only gives a singular nod, crossing his arms over his chest as he takes in your appearance.

“May the Elder Gods protect you.”

And he bows and smiles, a barely noticeable one but it’s enough to have you feeling confident and excited to come back home to him.

“I will.”

He watches as you hop out the window, feeling a sense of odd pride swirl in his heart.

[speedingkamori]

hi!! saw in ur rules u write for yandere content👀 if ur down for it, could you write for yandere scout?? lowkey obsessed w ur jealous fic so maybe you could piggy back off that?? just a though?? thank you !!! -🐌

Bandages | Yandere!Scout x reader

Unofficial sequel to: jealousy

Warnings: obviously yandere (possessiveness, extreme jealousy, anger, maybe a little bit of gaslighting… etc), SLIGHT medic x reader if you squint.., not proof read and probably not very good ;-;

I’m glad someone liked it lolol I mentioned before that I haven’t written anything in foreverrr and am very rusty- especially when it comes to things that aren’t fluff @_@ Also SO so sorry for the wait, genuinely did not mean to take this long ugh </3

Scout was ecstatic- over the moon! Now that you we’re finally his, things we’re starting to look up. For the longest time he was being eaten alive by his own unrequited love, sinking deeper into this sickening feeling he had in his gut every time he saw you- but now you belonged to him! He finally had you!

You’d been together for a little while at this point and he expected this awful feeling to go away once he had settled into your new relationship, but to his surprise it was only getting worse.

He felt his stomach drop anytime he saw you talking with any of the other mercs. The way they patted your back when you did good out on the field, the way you’d laugh when they told some stupid joke. God, it was disgusting.

After a particularly tough mission he watched as the medic pulled you into his office, gently tending to your wounds.

“You’re really banged up…” Medic remarked, a small chuckle slipping from his lips. “Not to worry, you’re in good hands!” He had his usual crazed smile as he tended to you.

Scout couldn’t take it anymore and cleared his throat to announce his presence.

“Is all that really necessary, Doc?” He huffed, leaning in the door way.

Medic was a bit taken aback by his questioning, but before he could answer you stepped in, excited to see your boyfriend after such a hard battle.

“Jer!” You smiled excitedly. “You came to check on me? Do you care about me or something?” You teased as he let himself into medics office, wrapping an arm around a bit too tightly.

“Course I did, I was worried sick. Glad to see you’re holding up okay.” He wasn’t lying entirely. He knew you’d be fine, what really worried him was you being alone with Medic. I’m his mind everyone wanted you to themselves the same way he did, he had to make sure they didn’t try and take you away.

“You ready to get outta here?” He asked the question as if you weren’t receiving medical treatment. You turned back to Medic, giving him a nervous, but sympathetic smile.

He rolled his eyes, sighing at your antics. “Young love.” He remarked. “Ja, I suppose you’re good to go- just take it easy for the next couple days.”

“Thanks, doc!” You jumped down from the desk excitedly. “You’re the best.”

That set something off inside Scout, he clenched his fist tightly as he felt this rage bubbling up inside him. You grabbed his hand, temporarily snapping him out of his trance as you lead him out of the office. The door shut behind you and he stopped in his tracks, his hand slipping from yours.

“Aw- sorry doll, there’s somethin’ I need to talk to Medic about…” he pressed a firm kiss to your temple that seemed to linger a bit longer than normal. “Why don’t you head back to my room and relax a little bit, I’ll meat you there soon alright?”

You smiled up at him, nodding your head as you toddled off. It was pretty late and you were tired, you had 0 issue getting all comfortable in bed.

Once you were out of sight his sweet expression fell as he re-entered the medical wing.

“Hey, Doc.” He spat. “I gotta bone to pick with you.”

Medic looked up from the supplies he was cleaning up. He sighed in annoyance, not wanting to deal with Scouts shenanigans.

“Alright, but make it quick.”

“I don’t like the way you keep feelin’ up my girl.” He hissed. “I see the way you look at her, but she’s with me! So back off.”

Medic couldn’t help but laugh. “You can’t be serious…” he looked down at Scout, seeing the anger in his eyes, he sighed again and rested his hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “Look, I understand, you are jealous and insecure-“

Scout slapped his hand away, grabbing him by the collar.

“This ain’t about me! This is about you.” He snarled. “I’m tellin’ you nicely to back off, this’ll be your only warning. Don’t make me get ugly.”

“Du bist ein verlorener Fall…” Medic pushed Scout off, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, fine. I’ll- I’ll back off.” He wasn’t taking Scout very seriously at all but he was honestly too tired to deal with any of this. Despite this, this was a satisfactory answer for Scout and he seemed to let up a bit.

“Glad we have an understanding…” he huffed. Without another word he turned and left quick.

Medic watched him leave, shaking his head disapprovingly. “There’s something wrong with that boy…” he remarked to himself.

Scout walked away with his heart pounding on his chest, still a bit angry from the perceived competition. In his mind it was obvious that everyone wanted a piece of you- I mean how could they not? You were perfect!

He paced back and forth outside his own door- he knew you were in there waiting for him. He was mulling over every detail, trying to figure out exactly what to say to you. He had to keep you no matter what, he couldn’t let anybody else get in the way. He sighed, relenting as he finally entered.

“Hey dollface. Ya miss me?”

You were obviously excited to see him again and quickly pulled him in, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“Course I did.” You smiled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to take so long I just-“ he stopped himself, thinking for a moment before he let out a small sigh. “I got to talkin’ with Medic and I guess I just got wrapped up in everything…”

“What’d you talk to him about?” You asked it so innocently, not realizing you had taken the bait he set out.

“Just checkin’ up on an injury from awhile back- no biggie.” He shrugged a bit, scrunching up his nose. “But he made a few weird comments about you after you left and- I mean I couldn’t just ignore that.”

You seemed a bit taken aback, your expression immediately falling. Sure, he was a bit eccentric but Medic had never once made you feel uncomfortable.

“What? What kinda stuff did he say?” You laugh nervously, hoping it wasn’t anything bad. Scout say you down on the bed and began to tell you all the uncomfortable remarks the doctor had made. He held your hands tight and said everything so earnestly- you had no reason not to believe him. He had never given you a single reason to doubt him.

“Of course I had to speak up, I mean, I’m not just gonna let this creep disrespect my girl…” he pinched your cheek a little, in an attempt to make you feel better or lighten the mood.

“Thanks, Jeremy.” You let out a heavy sigh, hanging your head. “I-I don’t even know what to say…”

“Hey, you don’t gotta say anything.” He reassured you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve dealt with it. You don’t gotta worry about him no more… if you want next time you get hauled in there, I’ll come with- keep watch and make sure he doesn’t try nothing.”

“You’d really do that for me?” You asked quietly.

“You kiddin’? ‘Course I would!” He held on to you tighter, running his hand up and down your back gently. “I’d do anything to make sure you’re safe…”

You laughed softly. “Thanks Jer. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Apart of him felt guilty, for slandering Medic the way that he did. But it was all for you, right? He had to do whatever it took to keep you safe, even at the expense of the other mercs.

[getsmajorhead]

my shifting experiences

The first time I shifted I fell asleep and woke up in my DR. Nuthin fancy. But it caught me off guard cuz I went to sleep thinking I’d wake up in my CR but ☝️🙂‍↔️ PLUS I SHIFTED TO MY CUSTOM CR (where I’m not human) SO MY SENSES WERE HEIGHTENED.. AND IT OVERWHELMED ME TO THE POINT WHERE I KNOCKED MYSELF BACK TO MY CR. I was there for roughly two minutes tryna calm myself down but it was nawt working. ‘Twas a learning experience mhm mhm.

The second time I shifted was to a parallel reality, and I didn’t realize until I went into work that day. So for some background, I’m a janitor, and at my job I clean the same 3 buildings every day (they’re all in immediate vicinity of each other). So I know these buildings from back to front, head to toe, if something’s outta place I’ma recognize it.

Everything’s normal until I step into one of the buildings and immediately realize something is way off. I look to my right and see that there’s an electrical box on the wall that definitely wasn’t there yesterday. First thing I thought, “Well it could’ve just gotten installed,” but something told me to get a closer look at it, and on the side of the box there were papers attached to it (like notes) dating when it was last checked for maintenance. Dude. I’m flipping through the papers (there were about 4) and it’s earliest maintenance date was back in JULY OF 2019.. So at this point I’m questioning wtf is going on because how has this box been here since 2019 and I just realized it now?? Nah bro. So I run to the other building and ask my supervisor to come with me (he was very confused), I point to the box and ask him “Was this installed yesterday?” and calmly he’s like “No, that’s always been there,” …he said other things but I completely blanked out because this was when I started to realize that I shifted. I deadass shifted again.

So as I’m walking down the hallway tryna process this, I realize that there are OTHER CHANGES. The layout behind of the building was different, before I wasn’t able to see the parking lot outside because it was blocked by these two giant generators and a wall, but now it was moved slightly to the right and I could see the parking lot in my view, and there aint NO WAY somebody could’ve moved an entire wall and two big ass generators overnight 😭😭 So I’m like yea. I shifted. I shifted. I fucking shifted. Texting my friends all excited and shit and frantically explaining what’s happening. I did check the other two buildings afterward but nothing was off so I let it go and went about my day still processing what just happened.

BUT YEA THOSE WERE MY EXPERIENCES ☝️😼 if yew have questions ask away, gonna post about my Kpop DR soon cuz it’s my favorite DR ever rn and I’d love to dive into the lore + members :3c

[we-are-inevitable]

you asked for restaurant au requests so!! restaurant au javid?? and if there is a sauce-related incident i'd appreciate it?? (no pressure though!) - @pigeonwit

OHHH!! absolutely.

edit after writing: this got out of hand. i love them so so much.

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“Corner!”

That’s all the warning David gets before a body rounds the corner and rams straight into his own. He sees it first, a curly mop of blonde hair, a high-pitched yell, a tray flying out of hands— all too suddenly, David is splayed on his back on the kitchen floor, and all too suddenly, his white shirt is soaked in something chunky and wet.

Racer immediately kneels down next to him, eyes wide as one of the big pans they use to cook up all of the fries. “David! Oh, shit! Man, are you okay?”

“I— Yeah, I’m fine. Get me up,” David says, but as soon as he sits up, there’s a distinct pain in the middle of his back. He winces, and that must be noticeable, because Racer instantly starts asking questions.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, just—“

“No, you’re hurt, aren’t you? Fuck, I am so sorry, I didn’t know you were right there, I’m sorry—“

With a sigh, David grabs onto Racer’s shoulder, slowly pushing himself up to a standing position despite the blossoming feeling of ow currently pulsating through his body. “Kid, you’re okay, okay? You’re fine,” David says through gritted teeth.

Everyone in the kitchen is looking at them by now. David slowly turns to give them all a glance, noticing that something is missing— and just at that moment, Jack walks into the kitchen, smelling like cigarette smoke masked by a high-end cologne.

Jack stops just before the mess on the floor, taking it in with wide eyes, and he quickly looks up and makes eye contact with David. “What the hell happened?”

David sees the nervous look on Racer’s face, so he concedes and says, “It’s my fault. I was leaving and ran into Racer, I fell down and dropped the food. I’ll clean it up.”

“Clean yourself up first,” Jack comments, gesturing to David’s shirt, smeared with all sorts of colors: red and green salsa, garlic aioli, ranch and ketchup— a menagerie of condiments for a menagerie of burgers. “You didn’t get hurt when you fell, did’ja?”

“No, I—“

“He fucked up his back,” Race says from the side, and David gives him a nudge with his elbow. “He’s movin’ slow and it looked like he hurt when he sat up.”

Jack takes the information in, and gestures to the dishwasher. “I’ll give you a ten if you clean this up,” he says, gesturing to the pocket his wallet resides in, and the dishwasher responds with a curt nod. Turning to his linecooks, Jack nods to them as well. “Keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Rush isn’t startin’ for another twenty minutes, I’ll be back in ten at the most. Got it?”

“On it,” Specs pipes up, not even looking away from the task at hand.

With that done, David watches as Jack reaches out, then sighs at the feeling of Jack’s hand on his shoulder. They walk slowly to the manager’s office- a larger room off to the side of the kitchen, with a couple of comfy chairs and a place for staff to eat their food.

“Don’t bother Charlie with this, please,” David says, head lolling just enough to look at Jack. “I’m fine, really.”

Jack clicks his tongue a few times, then pulls out his keyring and unlocks the door. “Charlie ain’t here,” He murmurs, pushing the door open and leading Davey inside, only to lock the door behind them. “He’s runnin’ up to the bank. Register’s almost outta change for customers.”

“Ohhh, okay, makes sense,” David nods, then takes in a deep breath. “So… can I go, if he’s not here? I have tables I need to check on.”

“They can wait. Your health is more important than a table,” Jack says like it’s the easiest thing to understand, and Davey wants to agree, but he never knows. A few good tips could be the difference between eating and not.

But he doesn’t bother arguing with Jack, because that’s never gotten him anywhere in the past.

Jack, after rummaging around in a locker for a moment, comes back to Davey with a clean- albeit wrinkled- white shirt. He sets it down on Charlie’s desk, and walks back to David, and suddenly, there’s a tenderness in his eyes that wasn’t there before— a carefully concealed care. Jack cups his cheek, and leans up to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

With that, Jack makes gentle work of untucking David’s shirt, working the buttons open until he can push the fabric off of his shoulders.

David gulps, and says, “I wish you were undressing me in a different circumstance right now.”

That quip gets a grin in response, Jack looking up at him with bright eyes. “Turn around, you dumbass.” And who is David not to comply? He turns, feeling Jack’s hands on his back. “Hm… It looks a little red,” He mumbles. “You sure you feel okay?”

David hesitates, then nods. “Yeah, I just… I guess I’m taking it slow today,” he murmurs. “If it gets worse, I’ll call out tomorrow. Racer owes me a covered shift anyway, I’ll talk to him if I need to.”

“If you’re sure,” Jack says softly, kissing the back of David’s neck. He then gently turns David around in his arms, running a hand through his hair. “Make sure you let me know if you need to go home, okay? I got a lotta sway over Char.”

David just grins and leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jack’s lips. “I’d rather go home with you,” He says softly, then sighs, grabbing the shirt off of Charlie’s desk. “I need to go check on my tables. I’d love to stay in here and have you all over me, but…”

Jack rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t all over you. I was makin’ sure you weren’t hurt,” He defends, though his smile is more than telling.

With a shake of his head, Davey finishes buttoning his new shirt, tucking it into his belt. It’s a little loose on him- it’s likely Jack’s- but he rolls the sleeves up and smiles in Jack’s direction. “Thank you, ahuví,” David says, and gives Jack one last kiss on the lips before they both walk towards the door.

“Ready to hate each other again?” Jack asks, and David squeezes his hand three times. They both walk out, discarding the dirty shirt into one of the trashcans in the kitchen, and David walks back to the front of house with a new smile on his face.

[fictionstudent]

Kafka's magnum opus.

Metamorphosis is Kafka’s most celebrated novel. And it’s no doubt that it’s well-deserved. The way the characters play their part, the way this world works, and the themes that the story tackles—Metamorphosis truly resonates with a lot of people today.

I read the novel long ago, but I couldn’t help but think about it still. And, to be honest, I wanna re-read it once again these days. My recent writers’ block has left me demotivated about reading and writing a lot, and I really wanna read something that brings that motivation back.

Anyway, I’m not here to trauma-dump lol. I wanna engage in this conversation about Metamorphosis, how it reflects Kafka’s feelings, and the themes that it tackles. So let’s get goin’.

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#01 – The Plot

The plot of Metamorphosis is simple—as Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. And if you couldn’t catch it, this is the exact same sentence that begins the novel. I ChatGPT’d it, by the way, and different translators are gonna use different vocabulary, you know, because the novel is originally written in German—so maybe it’s not entirely your fault that you couldn’t catch that.

Anyway, everything that happens after that is quite… tumultuous. He finds out that he couldn’t talk, walk like a human, or even get of this bed without much difficulty. And his family—they’re obviously scared.

But all that doesn’t bother me. Gregor, all this time, is only thinking of his job till now. He’s the sole breadwinner of his family, and he has some important stuff to do at his job today that, apparently, I forgot about. Lol.

As time goes on, his sister tries her best to help him—she cleans his room, gives him food. But his parents have already lost interest. His appearance worries them, and they can’t see their son in him. Because there’s no one earning now, money is their main problem. They try renting one of their rooms, but, well, let’s just say that didn’t really go well. Because of Gregor. (i dun rly wana spoil it all yk.)

Gregor feels like a burden to his family. And that’s probably because he’s a burden to himself, too. He can’t work, or even get outside his room now. His family is scared of him.

Some misunderstandings later, even his sister is not interested in him anymore. But, as Gregor cuts himself away from these people he can’t even communicate with anymore, he finds it fun to climb and use his new limbs. He’s finally enjoying his transformation—and that’s precisely what brings about the misunderstanding I talked about earlier.

And soon, he dies a tragic death. A death that everybody is happy about. A death that brings about the hopes and warmth in people’s life, that takes the burden off their shoulders. And maybe Gregor’s too.

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#02 – The Alienation

Now, the story very obviously focuses on the themes of alienation and loneliness. And maybe that’s why the novel is as relevant as it is today—loneliness is never easy. And it’s hard to convey this emotion. Probably because it refers to being alone, but you can feel lonely without being alone, y’know.

At the beginning of the novel, Gregor wakes up and finds that he’s turned into an insect. And it’s a really powerful opening, because loneliness is not something that seeps into an individual’s life slowly. It just… happens. One day, everything changes.

One day, you wake up. You look around. And you find out that you’re different. And that makes it difficult to even get outta your bed and start the day.

But is there something wrong with you, and that’s why you’re alienated? This is a question that this novel asks itself a lot, though not explicitly. Is there something wrong with Gregor, or is he just different?

Or has something changed? Yeah, I’d take this one—something changed. Not just how Gregor sees himself, probably, but how others see him. Or Gregor’s just find out how people actually see him, and that’s what brings about this metamorphosis.

It’s really a tough question, if you think, what Kafka is trying to symbolize with this. Why has Gregor turned into an insect? I mean, why is it not the other way around, where others have changed but he hasn’t?

That’s probably got something to do with how alienation makes you feel. If—God forbid—has such a situation come up for you, you know how you feel that there’s probably something wrong with you and that’s why people won’t talk to you. You can’t point out what it is, but you get the gut-feeling that there is something.

Another thing that turning into an insect might represent is that Gregor thinks that he’s smaller, weaker, or in some way just worse than others. Just… not equal to others, y’know.

Kafka has done a really good job setting this up, now that I think about it. The symbolism of turning into an insect really describes well what people might experience during loneliness—and probably this is why we still read and talk about this novel.

As the story goes on, Kafka goes deeper into this feeling of despair and self-denigration. Gregor is a burden to himself as well as to his family. And because he can’t communicate, he’s pushing everybody away—though others didn’t really try to be with him either.

However, Gregor starts to find peace in this darkness too. He learns to live with it—and now, he enjoys using his limbs to climb up walls. That’s another symbolism—how people kinda get used to this feeling of loneliness and start finding enjoyment in even the littlest of things. And, sometimes, even use it to their advantage.

It so beautifully represents how life is not just black or white—it’s gray. It’s not happy or sad—it’s bittersweet. And that’s what I love most about this novel—even though the situation Gregor finds himself in is so damn unrealistic, everything that happens around it is way too real. Way too real.

I, personally, resonate so much with the whole premise and every symbol that’s presented here. If you look at it, the novel is so obviously one big metaphor for loneliness.

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#03 – The Third Act

In the end, Gregor dies. Alone, at one corner of his room.

And everybody is relieved. The big insect is not haunting their room anymore, Gregor’s sister is mature enough to take up the house’s responsibilities, and the family has enough for now to move to some better place and start a better life.

The ending doesn’t make sense. When Gregor turned into an insect, the family was being slowly relegated to poverty. But now that he’s dead, all their worries have suddenly gone away.

The thing is—this ending reflects Kafka’s own state of mind. It’s not logical—it’s not supposed to be logical. It’s supposed to convey what might happen when Kafka dies—and it’s that people would be better of without him. That people around him would thank Destiny for his death, for taking the burden of the man named Franz Kafka away from them. For ever.

It's so damn pessimistic, but I guess that’s what loneliness does to you. It’s no doubt that Kafka has always felt this loneliness in his personal life. His works were never published in his lifetime, so he must have felt worthless as a writer. And as a human, he had so little social relationships. He had some tensions with his father, and he felt his mother was never there for him either. He had lovers, but he never married.

He died alone.

The third act of this novel is not the real ending to the story—it’s how Kafka thinks it’s supposed to end.

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#04 - Conclusion

Sorry it got a little depressing, lol. For this blog, I thought a lot about the story and the ideas it toys with, and I think it’s really a masterpiece. His magnum opus. And now I have sufficient reasons to back it up.

I’d love to write something this deep and realistic. That’s why I aim to study novels, after all.

And yeah, sorry for these rare uploads. I’ve been suffering through a really bad writers’ block for the past couple of months, as I hinted earlier, and at one point, it was so bad that I could not even move myself to open my laptop and write. I’d never procrastinated writing before, so the anxiety that comes with it kinda made it worse. I even scrapped the novel I was working on (again), and I guess I’d start writing something new in some time.

But it’s better than before, and I should be back on track from now on. Also, Imma write a blog about the writers’ block, lol, so just you guys wait. More good stuff is on its way.

[cloveroctobers]

SAFE & SOUND — ARMAN MORALES X READER X ANGEL REYES: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: it’s going to be tough getting through the cleaning lady this season but it’s always the work that lives on that continues to inspires us. Just from the premiere also sparked this little thing + I also assumed I’d stop writing for Angel once Mayans MC ended but after a name drop in TCL here I am lol! That angel was handsome too IJS. Bet you thought you could get rid of me huh!? Hope y’all enjoy my first spring prompt of the year!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using:  “Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.” “Have you forgotten Easter, St patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” “I get it, I get it!”

FIRST GIF WAS FOUND THROUGH PINTEREST SO IT BELONGS TO IT’s RIGHTFUL OWNER + THE SECOND BELONGS TO: @dailymayans !

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The Vegas heat was doing what it does best, roasting down on you despite residing in a mountain area. You’re used to it, being from this state and living here all these years; although it was the fresh start of April, the eighty degree heat demanded to be felt. You’re out on the balcony, leaning over it, one arm exposed to the sun while the other went to work fanning yourself with your silk handheld folding fan staring out into the view.

Your bathing suit is somewhat dry still clinging to you although you, Angel, and Mavy got out of the community pool (over a half hour ago) as soon as it started to get over crowded with your fellow neighbors. Your body was slouched over the balcony, mindlessly fanning yourself as you sank into your boredom.

Angel chuckled at you from behind, leaving the balcony door open just a crack behind him with a beer in one hand. He briefly touched your lower back in greeting before moving to dramatically copy your movements but instead with the back of his hand resting on his forehead. “What you doin’ out here querida?”

“Oh you know, just losing my mind. Nothing too serious.” You replied while Angel snorted at you.

He sips at his cold beer before saying, “I asked you if you wanted go cruising this weekend and maybe end up in the city for a night but you weren’t feeling it. So…I’m guessing you didn’t enjoy your time at the pool?”

“With my two favorite boys…of course I did.” You weren’t sarcastic this time, “it’s just that I’m imagining spring break to be a real drag.”

Angel furrows his brows, not even knowing when that was coming up but still said, “so what are you saying? You wanna live out your college dreams again, head down to Miami to get wild or something?”

It was your turn to laugh as you tug on his shorts waistband, “Why would I need to relive Miami when I got my hoochie daddy right here?”

“Ah, Fuck outta here,” Angel laughed as he playfully smacked your hand away from him while you winked.

Pressing your temple into your balled up hand you sighed after awhile, “what im getting at is: Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.” 

Angel raised his brows at this, not entirely believing that you found the season to be boring since you just went out the way last weekend to go shopping for spring decor. He was glad he had to work that weekend because he just knew you would have him in those stores for hours like you commonly did, he just felt bad for maverick in the end though.

“…Have you forgotten Easter, St. patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” he ticks off with his fingers while you roll your eyes.

You interject, “I get it, I get it!”

It’s not like angel cared much about those holidays either…(he wasn’t the best at remembering dates) well maybe the last one he found the most interest in but now he was trying to do something different in life for Maverick and since he met you (who did care for holidays) after the big move here. That sweet baby boy changed the trajectory of the way angel looked at life now and he wanted his kid to experience nothing but greatness and if he could provide that he would. He also liked watching you interact with Maverick and you both seemed to have a good time on Easter, doing kids activities like: painting eggs, going Easter egg hunting, and even getting a picture with a weird looking Easter bunny that now sat on the mantle in the living room.

Angel was even going to church now when he felt up to it and knew his mother would probably be proud of the way he turned his life around. How life was so different from what it could have been. He could be the one in the ground with his family but Angel knew he was meant to be right here, no matter how painful it got to be here.

He reshaped his life and was glad to say that he did it.

“You know, there’s plenty of things we can get into now that Mav’s down for his nap. I can be your source of entertainment.” Angel hints, slipping an arm underneath your cover up and tugging you to him.

You smirk as you meet his dark eyes, fanning yourself with one hand while the other grips his tatted arm. “Is that right?”

“Uh huh,” Angel hums pressing into you as he bites his bottom lip before pecking yours.

It wouldn’t be the first time out here on this balcony but you wouldn’t make it a repeat since it was too hot for all that. And you didn’t need to hear angel’s complaints of his ass being scorched thanks to the material of the balcony! However with the way the both of you ended up, tongues battling, hands roaming and squeezing with Angel’s back against the balcony now, it was becoming difficult trying to get the words out.

His hand’s are full of kneading your backside and he lets you breathe while he’s attacking your neck now, just the way you like it underneath your ear, his facial hair tickling your skin as he does so. Your fan and his beer are both out of your grasps now as you’re scratching at his back, which is just enough indication for Angel to lift you by the waist and up against his hips. He buries his face back to your skin, loving the way you smell as you hold onto him.

Your eyes peek open, breathing still ragged as you hold on but soon your eyes focus out towards the fence that blocks the condo’s from the main highway, spotting a figure who has their attention solely on you. At first you expect it to be some sort of creep watching you be intimate with your boyfriend but a palm goes up into the air before they remove their sunglasses.

Your breathing stops and Angel instantly notices you go still against him. He pulls back to glance at you, “you alright?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly place your legs down and Angel steadies you, still keeping a hand across your hips before he follows your stare. Angel’s eyes are in slits now, craning his neck and he’s on defense mode now, “fuck are you doing here?!”

You slap Angel’s arm to ease him while the man slowly steps closer to the building and both of your eyesight’s.

He says your name in greeting, “…hey, can we talk?”

Angel’s against it once he spots your hesitance but once you move, he’s not far behind you. You’re waiting at the front door, eyes to the right as you await for the man to make his way up the steps. He jogs up the last few steps, quickly making his way over to you while holding his sunglasses.

You’re still holding your breath as you take in his appearance, and it’s still the same man that you had the chance to spend your childhood with. The both of you don’t say anything, just staring and tracing over each others features with your eyes and Angel doesn’t like the feeling that sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

“You’re Armando right? You don’t look like any of the pictures.” Angel breaks the silence from behind you, arms crossed.

Arman flicks his eyes to your boyfriend, he takes in Angel’s appearance for a second before turning back to you, “Please, call me Arman…and Pictures?”

You exhale, “oh…yeah just two. The one from Costa Rica and your personal favorite: The selfie you took with my digital camera, the one you stole to impress that girl in photography class who already had a boyfriend—

“Did she though? I don’t recall.” Arman smirks and you scoff with a roll of your eyes, “but yeah I think I remember that one. It was the week after we finished junior year, Back when you were working at the skeeball section and Alicja Bosko purposely threw the ball at your shoulder to show off to her jackass boyfriend.”

You nodded remembering that huge bruise you received later that night, “Steven Jefferson. He was actually one of the nicest on the basketball team, if not the only one.”

“That’s because he was in love with you.” It was Arman’s turn to roll his brown eyes while you shook your head.

“No he wasn’t,” you crinkled your nose, “he was too far up Alicja’s ass.”

Arman argued, “yeah well maybe he should have been in theater instead of his brother because he wasn’t fooling me.”

You shrugged your shoulders with a small smile at the little walk down memory lane but knew to agree to disagree. It’s not like it wasn’t possible since you and Steven shared a few classes together, worked on a project or two because you sat near or next to each other but it didn’t cross your mind then. And you also weren’t aware that Steven questioned Arman once, after school when you went home early if the two of you were some secret couple. That was just the clean version of what Steven really said, which landed Arman on a three day suspension and Steven missing out on the next two games.

“…but the picture? It had to be of you having Alicja by the throat in the background while I had the most mischievous smile on my face…I can’t believe I forgot how much of a little shit I was.” Arman chuckled to himself while you nodded at him in amusement before he turned back to Angel, “plus it would make sense that I look different as a teen to present day right? Being a grown successful man does that to you, huh?”

He playfully slapped Angel on his shoulder before he squeezed himself by, taking in your home.

‘Now who the fuck did this guy think he is?’ Was exactly what Angel was thinking.

You squeezed Angel’s wrist as he sent you a look before kicking the door shut behind you.

“Feels much better in here and I see you’re doing well for yourself too.” Arman stood in the middle of the home.

Although he resided in the same state as you but at a great distance, Arman was still aware of your professions of once being a PI but now worked for a cybersecurity company as an intelligence analyst. He was proud to see that you were still driven but ultimately knew that wouldn’t change.

Angel muttered, “I bet it does when you’re not dressed like fucken blade in Vegas.”

“What was that?” Arman’s got his hands on his hips, bringing his attention back to the tatted man.

“Angel’s just wondering what you would like to drink.” Smiling hard at your boyfriend, he sucked his teeth with a roll of his head and rushed by you two.

He went around the corner by the dining area to the left where the closed off kitchen was. Once he pulled the fridge open, he missed out on you and Arman reaching out for each other to give each other a squeeze but not long enough to the point it would bring tears.

Arman couldn’t take tears from you, never could.

“Angel’s also wondering what brings you here and why you felt the need to stalk his girlfriend from the bushes.” He inquired, appearing just as you’re motioning for Arman to have a seat on the couch.

Angel slides a Gatorade on the coffee table (this Arman character wasn’t getting any of Angel’s good beer. By the looks of Arman, Angel had a feeling he probably wouldn’t drink it anyway.) and plops down on the sitting chair on Arman’s left.

Arman awkwardly laughs, “right…didn’t mean to intrude on you two…” he sends a knowing smile at you while you shrugged with a flick of your hair, “and I know that probably looked insane so I do apologize for that. I just had to make sure I had the right place.”

You suggest, “Next time maybe a phone call would be better?”

“Can’t exactly trust that lately.” Arman admits which makes Angel sit up, sending you a glance before Angel is pressing his elbows into his knees while Arman continues, “Look…I’m not here to cause any trouble but I had to see you…just in case.”

Angel wasn’t sure what that means but he had a feeling and he didn’t like being out of the loop of what was going on. He left Santo Padre for a reason and he found something special with you…yet someone from your past just shows up out the blue—that you haven’t seen in who knows how long, with a nice cut on his lip, brow, and cheek! and who knows where else! Arman didn’t seem to be walking normally if you asked Angel and this guy was saying things like he was preparing for the worse! In conclusion: sounded like a red flag to Angel.

“Before you expand on that…there’s just a few things that I do need to get off my chest.” Angel interrupts the intense eye contact you were sharing with another man.

Arman blinks over at Angel, “okay…”

“How long has it been since you two last saw each other?”

Arman looks to you again and you round off, “it’s been years, maybe fifteen? but the postcards and little figurines made it seem like less.”

Angel wasn’t aware of any of that but it’s not like you kept your friendship with Arman much of a secret. There wasn’t anything to hide in the first place. You always spoke highly of him and Angel couldn’t really grasp the idea of a man and a woman being just friends if they weren’t family. Yes that was his projection but he’s never seen anything like this that wasn’t romantic.

He rubs at his face in thought while Arman smiles softly at you, lightly shoving your knee and in that moment Angel was thankful he did the honors of tying your coverup before you opened the front door. Sorry not sorry.

Angel just comes right out with it, “so…were you two ever a thing? Serious or just foolin’ around?”

Your eyes go wide and Arman laughs at this, which irritates Angel.

“No.” Arman clearly states, “We maybe soulmates but not in a romantic sense, which makes this friendship so much more easy to have, no matter how many years pass us by. I love your girlfriend but you don’t have to worry about me falling in love with her because that’s your job, right?” He stares hard at the bearded man, almost daring Angel to say the wrong thing.

Angel immediately nods his head, feeling the tension ease somewhat from his jaw although he can feel your heated stare on him also. You already told him what it was with Arman when he asked you about your love for him once before and didn’t particularly like that he was bringing it up again to Arman. However Angel wanted to make sure that this wasn’t one sided and he had no shame in that.

“Good!” Arman claps, “then we have nothing to worry about. As long as you’re good to her, then we won’t have an issue.”

“…we’re good to each other.” You tell, wanting Angel’s eyes to settle on you, which they do before he sits back with a crooked smile.

Satisfied.

You shake your head at him and turn back to Arman who’s watching the exchange. You place your hand on Arman’s which is now thrown along the top of the couch, “And I’m glad I have all of my boys back underneath one roof. Except one of them doesn’t work my nerves as much.”

Arman scowls as he looks at Angel, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Fuck does that mean?” Angel feels his lip curl while Arman holds his hands up in surrender with a smile as Angel says, “she’s not talking about me but you don’t have to assume shit with that smug smile on your face, man.”

‘Lookin’ like the damn monopoly man and shit.’ Angel thinks to himself but he was trying to keep things cordial.

Arman tilts his head at this, “…there’s another guy that loves to take up your time? Don’t tell me—

“Relax,” you soothe, “I didn’t biologically have Maverick but I love him like he’s my own.”

“And I can’t thank you enough.” Angel tells you with a glint in his eye, “you have any kids, Armando?”

Arman slowly shakes his head putting the pieces together silently after spying a picture above the fireplace before he thinks of his own situation, “no but I too know a kid that I’ll always protect.”

“Aw, look at you having the parenting bug.” You wiggle the man’s shoulder.

Arman sighs trying to fight back a smile, “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. Your face did.”

“She’s right.” Angel agreed.

Arman attempts to whisper, “Don’t say that too much or her head will explode.”

You pinch the back of the skin on Arman’s hand who hisses before yanking his hand away. Angel laughs at you two, finding that this Arman guy might be alright in his book.

“I’ve missed you, you know? Even when you still do that pinching shit.” He shakes his hand about before rubbing it.

“I know and so have I, Armani-man.”

He chuckles, “haven’t heard that in awhile.”

“What?” You gasp as you mention, “Don’t tell me Nadia hasn’t hit you with annoying spins on your government?”

Yes you were also aware that Arman found his Mrs. Morales out there in the world. At first you felt a way about it since he simply sent over a picture and a brief letter to your mailbox during your late twenties and not an invitation to the wedding. Which he later explained in the attached letter that it was a spur of the moment ceremony out of the country. You only knew bits and pieces of what Nadia was like and what she looked like. However there seemed to be a shift in Arman at the mention of his wife.

As soon as you noticed it, it was gone, leaving the guarded man to exhale, “…only when she wants something.”

“You too, huh?” Angel cracks open the Gatorade before taking a sip, “ever get hit with a ‘hoochie daddy?’”

Arman blinks before oddly staring back and forth at you two, “A what?”

“Never mind my boyfriend,” you fan your hand, “you said you came here to visit me just in case of what exactly…”

Arman dips his head and clears his throat. When he starts cracking his fingers with one hand, you notice it’s still something he does when there’s a lot on his mind even with the both of you settling into your own adulthoods. That alone makes you scoot closer to him, balling your legs to the side of you as you rest your head back against his arm.

“I’m here. Always.”

This he knew.

He never imagined plopping back into your life like this, on the run and keeping it all away from the two women he’s in love with but it was a fact that you knew the start. And if that’s what he had to go back to, then so be it. Part of him felt like he should feel guilty bringing you back into this, while at the same time he knew the levels of your relationship and that you would always look out for him too.

The both of you grew up together and then separately because arman sought out for more that his father didn’t approve of and the connection between you two was just as strong then as it is now. It wasn’t conditional on your part, which is why the both of you still had a friendship. That was evident with the way you two moved around each other and Angel felt like he should be jealous.

Oh but he was! especially with the bits of affection he witnessed, that was something he didn’t want to get used to but maybe he was starting to understand? Angel would grasp it more if he saw how Arman was around this Nadia person and had a feeling he probably would the longer Arman stayed or came around. However both you and Arman knew it wouldn’t be a long span of time. It’s just not the way he operated.

He was always on the move.

“Do I need to give you two the room?” Angel places his hand on his chest, “I really don’t want to in fear that I’ll start smoking again but my heart, yeah I got that, is saying I prolly should.”

You peek up at Arman, the both of you sharing a laugh before Arman nudged his head and you’re patting the empty spot next to you. “Get over here.”

“I dunno…the way you two look at each other gives off more than just friends.” Angel cautiously makes his way over, while you toss your legs right over his lap, leaving him to caress your bare ankle.

Arman shakes his head as he meets Angel’s eyes, “you’ve never loved a best friend so much that you’ll do anything for?”

“Well yeah…” Angel starts with a lift of his shoulders, “but I never had stars in my eyes when I looked at coco’s crazy ass. And he wouldn’t be walking up in my house like he owns the place. I’ll tell you that much. Actually—he’d probably find a way in here without us knowing.”

You’ve heard stories about Coco—Johnny plenty times before and wished you would have had the chance to meet him. With the way Angel spoke of him and the one’s he once called his brothers, made it seem like you already have.

You snort, “might as well have stars with how much you speak on him and Ezekiel.”

Angel blows out a breath at how much he missed those guys through it all, “I guess I get it too. But i do have to say, if this turns out to be more harm than good to us…you may see a side of me you don’t like and that can get ugly.”

That was aimed more at Arman than you, you were sure but as good as you knew the man to your left, he didn’t take threats lightly yet he could respect it since you chose Angel.

“Well at least you’re honest about your lack of looks…but we can both agree every side is my good side.” Arman jokes as he pinches his chin, caressing his facial hair with a grin.

Angel huffs, “get a load of this fucken guy! First you waltz in here and now this? You’re something else, man. But I guess…you’re alright for now.”

Arman leans over you as Angel goes to give him a fist while Arman was ready to give his hand a shake. Angel stares at Arman’s hand, not budging before Arman huffs and decides to bump fists instead with a shake of his head in disbelief.

“Yay, my bestie and my boyfriend getting along!”You grip Arman’s shoulder to place a kiss on his cheek before flopping your body against Angel who squeezes your shoulder, kissing the corner of your eye as you say “Love to see it…maybe spring break won’t be so bad after all.”

Arman and Angel both share a knowing glance, being aware that this probably wouldn’t be some simple visit of a friend coming to town—although you were no stranger to Arman’s lifestyle—but for both of their sakes they’ll relish in your happiness.

That’s mainly what both men wanted for you.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i'm outta my head over you Pt. 5

prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | AO3 | playlist

today's @steddie-week prompts: hurt/comfort and familiar

While he waits for Wayne to get home so he can confront him about the ‘Teddy’ thing, Eddie thinks back on everything Steve had added to this tape.

He remembers that first time he actually talked to Steve; he was well aware of his existence before the King had so graciously graced him and Gareth with his presence that day, but was that really the time Steve was talking about in his notes? It had to be, there weren’t any other times they talked until the spring break from Hell.

It was only ever burning jealousy for Nancy Wheeler before (and after) that first time. Bitter thoughts of ‘I’d be much better for you than her,’ when he’d spotted them kissing against Nancy’s locker.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby..” Eddie mumble-sings to himself at the memory. That was weird.

Then Steve had gone and dropped his haughty King Steve persona, bullied out of it By Hargrove. He lost Wheeler to Byers, and somehow didn’t become more of an asshole?

Much like the KISS song from a second ago, Eddie sings “Disaster and disgrace, the King has lost his Crown..” without even thinking about it. The song yanked up from whatever recess of his mind holds onto ABBA songs.

Huh. Wait a minute…

Eddie hops up and starts shuffling through his and Wayne’s admittedly impressive record collection. KISS’s Dynasty album he needed was not too hard to find, but Voulez-Vous? That’s…gonna be harder. It’s gotta be around here somewhere though, ABBA is one of Wayne’s guilty pleasures.

Shit…he and Steve have much more in common than he thought…

Eddie moves onto thinking back over those couple weeks spent hiding out with Steve while he hunts. He’s got a few hours to kill.

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The days spent at Casa Harrington both felt like they’d crawled by at a snail's pace, and were over and behind him all too soon. 

It was awkward in the beginning, but they quickly fell into a pattern. 

Eddie was in the guest room on the main floor so he didn’t have to walk more than he needed to with the fresh graft wound on his leg, and Steve was on the couch in the living room (much to Eddie’s dismay).

“Steve, for the love of all that is unholy, PLEASE just sleep in your own bed? I’m perfectly fine down here, promise.”

“Not happenin’ Eds. My couch is super comfy anyway.” 

Steve helps him to the bathroom whenever he needs it, and when he’s at work, Eddie uses those short trips to stretch his leg like his doctor said to.

Luckily for Eddie, the initial bandages on both his donor graft wound and his grafted wound (the biggest on one his left side) came off while he was still in the hospital, so he was able to shower and clean the areas with the mild soap Steve got for him. 

Steve would help him over the lip of the tub after he got undressed (another time to slowly work on stretching the areas a bit), and take his towel from around the curtain once he was in. 

Then he’d hover (every. time.), pretending that he had things to clean in the main floor bathroom until Eddie was done, and help him back out once a towel was around his waist.

The first couple days were the worst; Eddie had next to no energy at all for doing anything , but Steve is nothing if not a gracious host; so when he was led to the bathroom on the first day he needed a shower, Eddie found a small stool in the tub already, the usual bath mat outside the tub, plus some of those stick-on grippy things were stuck onto the floor of the tub and laid out in a path on the tile to where the sink was. 

They were shaped like ducks.

“Ducks, huh?”

“Yep! ‘Rubber Duckie, you’re the one’ and all that. You like ‘em?” He sang (in a perfect imitation of Ernie), genuine as ever.

“Yeah Stevie, I love ‘em.” What else was he gonna say?

Steve had set him down on the closed lid of the toilet and started the water for him, aiming the shower head away from the curtain.

“Okay, let's get these bandages off, huh? Arms up!”

Eddie obliges, raising his arms up over his head as far as they could go for Steve to carefully pull his shirt over his head.

“Sit up straight for me.” He does, and Steve gently works the two large sections of gauze and tape across his torso off.

By time he’s done, Eddie’s shaking with the effort of holding himself up.

“Okay, okay, relax,” Steve coos, “I just have to get the one on your face now, then we’ll worry about your leg.”

Eddie nods, leaning his uninjured cheek into Steve’s large palm while he works the bandage off his other cheek and jaw.

Steve’s hands are so warm, he starts to fall asleep.

“Wake up, sunshine, gotta stand you up.” Steve says, the smile evident in his voice.

Eddie nods, keeping his eyes closed while Steve helps him up, and guides him to hold onto the towel bar.

“Okay, I’m going to take off your sweats, and then I’ll lift the leg of your shorts to take the bandage off. Is that okay, Eddie?”

Eddie nods, still tired.

“Eddie, please tell me what I’m going to do so I know you heard me.”

“Pants off, leg up.”

Wait.

“Wait, that sounded wrong.”

Steve just chuckles, “At least I know you were listening.”

He does exactly what he said he was going to do, and stands back up.

Oh no, now all that’s left is his boxers.

“OK, I’m going to put this over your shoulders and clip it in front,” of course he’s already got a plan for this. Eddie’s heart swells in his chest. “Then all you have to do is shimmy outta your shorts; you’ll still be covered up. Is that alright?”

“Yeah Stevie, sounds great.” Eddie chuckles, and Steve wraps a huge fluffy towel over him. “Where’d you get a giant towel?” he asks as it’s clipped around him with a just-as-giant claw clip.

Eddie feels Steve’s chuckle against his back and fights the urge to relax backward into his arms forever.

“It’s called a bath sheet. You can take some with you when you leave if you want.”

“Hm…A few will have my plasma all over ‘em.” Eddie rationalizes, getting another chuckle from the other man.

“Alright, smarty pants, you should be secure. When you’re ready, I’ll help you get over the edge of the tub so you can sit down on the stool.”

Eddie nods, and starts working his boxers down. Once off, he looks behind him for Steve.

If he wasn’t holding onto this rack for dear life, he’d probably keel over with how hard he laughs.

“What?” Steve feigns stupidity.

“Nice mask, Steve-o.” he’s wearing a leopard print eye mask, his hair sticking out goofily on the sides from where the elastic cinches above his ears.

“I can take it off if you wan–”

“No! Leave it!” Eddie laughs, grateful Steve can’t see how red his face is right now. “Can’t have ya getting a sneak peek of the goods.”

Steve shrugs, “I’ll just wait for the premiere, then. Now!” he brushes past that (and Eddie’s spluttering), “Let’s get you settled.”

He reaches forward for Eddie’s hand on the rack, dwarving it in his, and gently guides the two of them forward, his front to Eddie’s back as support. Damn, his legs are tired.

Steve reaches out ahead of them and blindly swipes for the shower curtain once, twice, catching it on the third swipe and sliding it open.

“Okay Eds, be very careful.”

Eddie steps slowly and carefully over the edge of the tub, realizing why Steve turned the showerhead earlier. The spot he’s stepping onto is still bone dry, much safer.

“Both feet are in, Cap’n. Hold this?” He swaps his hand in Steve’s for the corner of his towel. “Gonna take the clip off and you can take the towel.”

“Got it,” Steve says, and once he’s thrown the towel behind him: “Hand please?”

Eddie puts his hand back where it belongs, and lets himself be supported while he sinks down, slowly, onto the stool.

“I’m good Stevie, thank you.”

“‘Kay.” 

He straightens, letting go of Eddie’s hand and snaps the curtain shut briefly, opening the other end to reach up for the showerhead.

“Ooh, fancy.” Eddie snarks when he catches the handheld head from Steve’s outstretched arm (it was almost too far to his left to grab).

“Shut up.” Steve chuckles and closes the curtain again, talking through it now. “The head should fit between the wall and the bar there, so you can put it down if you need to, the soap you should use is on the shelf on the left with a washcloth, and I snagged my mom’s curly-hair shampoo and conditioner,”

Eddie feels like he’s gonna cry.

“...Doc said not to let the water beat down on your wounds so make sure you keep the spray away, yell if you need me or when you’re done, okay? I’ll grab my blindfold and be here in two seconds flat.”

“Got it, thanks Steve.” Eddie manages through the lump in his throat.

“No problem Eddie."

Steve’s just as careful, gentle, respectful, on Eddie’s way out of the shower; blindfold on, he keeps his arms out for Eddie to lean on while he dries the majority of the water off himself, holding him steady while he pulls on a new pair of boxers.

“I’m taking the blindfold off now,” Steve says, then does, when he doesn’t hear any complaints from his friend. “You gotta stay standing for a little bit longer, okay? Gotta get your leg wrapped up first.”

Eddie nods, trying his best to hold back how heavy his breaths are coming with the constant exertion over the past half hour.

As soon as the last piece of tape is in place, Steve lowers him back onto the lid of the toilet.

“Here, drink this whole glass.” He says, handing Eddie a glass of water and the painkillers he needs.

By the time the water is gone, he’s air dried a bit more. 

Steve carefully scrunches the water from Eddie’s hair, expertly twists it up into the claw clip, and drapes the towel over Eddie’s don’t slip and die bar.

He coaxes Eddie to sit up straight again with the promise of a Star Trek marathon in order to properly apply the prescribed cream and new bandages over the worst of his wounds (“Just a little bit longer sweetheart, you’re doing great!” he says proudly).

Steve ends with the one on his cheek, and once again, Eddie is drifting off; Steve lets him doze, leaned forward onto his stomach with his head turned slightly to get bandaged.

It’s like that every time. Even after Eddie gets stronger and can get in and out of the shower on his own, bitching at Steve in frustration for his damn hovering, he’s there, ready to help him when, by the end of his shower, he’s fully beat and sick to his stomach for being mean to his friend.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, they slowly load Eddie into the beemer, Eddie would suffer through physical therapy, and Steve was there to half-carry him back to the car (and there to order Eddie’s favorite flavor of ice cream for him when he inevitably zonks out in the front seat).

Steve’s always there.

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“You were made for lovin’ me..” Eddie sings, continuing his song-thought from before (though it’s marginally worse after recording the track to the B-side of Steve’s mixtape)

It’s the first song in response to Steve’s side.

“Buckley, you’re a genius.” he mutters to himself.

The front door squeaks open then, oh shit, is Wayne’s shift over already?

---

“…shut up..” he says, after agonizing through the memory of his and Steve’s first kiss. Knowing now that Steve had meant it, well, not actually, but actually wanted to have it be more of a deal… Yeah, Wayne and Robin are right. Doofus to Steve’s Dingus! Right here!

“You’ve at least got your shit together now, right? You got a plan?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it,” he dismisses, “Speaking of, where’ve you hidden Voulez-Vous ?”

“S’that why all our albums’re out?” Wayne slumps down into his recliner with his mug (this time, it’s the Campbell’s Soup one). 

“...I’ll put ‘em away, I promise.”

Wayne sighs, but reaches down the side of his chair nearest the wall with his free hand, and returns with the album in his hand.

“Aw what the hell, I never would’ve found that!”

“A man’s recliner pockets are a sacred place.” 

“Ew..?”

“I’ll leave it here fer ya, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ with it now. You’re going to bed.” Wayne emphasizes the ‘you’re going to bed’ part.

“Fine, fine,” Eddie tosses his hands up, “I’ll worry about woo-ing my man in the morning.”

Wayne’s responding “Ew.” is both muffled and amplified by his mug.

He spends the early afternoon after waking up cleaning up his mess like he’d promised, packing away all the vinyl into their designated cabinets under their kitchen bar before pulling out Voulez-Vous .

As soon as he hits stop on recording The King Has Lost His Crown (seriously, the tape had just clicked to a stop), his front door bursts open.

“The hell??” Eddie shoots up from his spot on his bedroom floor to the front door.

Dustin and Will are on either side of Max, supporting her over the threshold..

“Is she okay? What are you all doing here? You shits are lucky I just stopped recording!” he fusses.

“We were bored at my place, so we came to visit. Now stop being a Steve and grab my chair from outside.” Max commands.

“Rude.” Eddie scoffs, but does as she demands. “Your throne, m’lady.”

The two boys lower her into the seat and wheel her back in line with the couch before collapsing down on it themselves.

“So what are you recording?” Dustin asks, pulling his feet up to sit cross-legged on the cushion.

“Uh…” Shit!  “…It’s a party mixtape, a couple songs for each of ya.”

Will lights up “Can we hear?”

“What songs did you use for me?”

“Yeah, what about me? I’m assuming you got some Kate Bush.”

“Calm down! Calm down, it’s a surprise, okay?

“Whose did you just record?” Will asks, ever the calming presence.

“It was one of Steve’s obviously.”

Eddie blanches.

“How d’ya figure?” Dustin asks Max, incredulous. “You can’t just know these things.”

“He came out here with ABBA in his hand. Obviously that’s one of Steves”

He did? Eddie looks over at the kitchen counter; yep, there it is. Tossed haphazardly onto Wayne’s stack of old pay stubs.

“Ooh! Let us pick the other Steve song! Where’re your other records?” Will looks around, Max starts to move.

“Why should I let you? It was my idea!”

“Uh, we've known him longer. Duh”

“I think I’ve got things covered Dusty–”

“Damn you’ve got a lot of music” Max found their stash. “And it’s a lot of regular people music too, I thought you were a metalhead.”

“Careful, Snoopy, I most definitely am. But music is music, and music is good.”

Will and Dustin are already crowding around her chair to get to the vinyl. Well, there goes all the organizing he just did.

“What about this one?”, “No way, gotta use this!”, “He doesn’t even like them, though..”

Finally, Max stops the assault on his cabinets. “Wait, you guys, I've got it!”

Eddie sighs, giving up. “Whatcha got, Mayfield?”

Part 6 here!

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND WHO WILLINGLY PROVIDED HIS HANDWRITING FOR EDDIE!!! WE LOVE HIM FOR THAT!!!! ❤️

eddie calling max 'snoopy' may or may not come from my parents also calling me that when i was little and would snoop around the house looking for presents when it was close to my birthday

tag list cause y'all asked so nice to be tagged!: @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, and @manda-panda-monium

[electronicclowncollector]

Chapter 6: Big game: Alternate POV

(bonus art at bottom)

(Authors note: Read dougs dialogue like alec baldwin in boss baby)

Fresh was living comfortably on Rogue’s lap when they’re shoved to the side as doug (Sting's cat) is sat down next to him.

Fresh stood up and waved at him “Ribbit! Hi doug!”

Doug crossed his arms like  a cool dude, “Hey kid. Wanna get some ice cream when the catboy isn’t paying attention?”

“Sure!”

The two suddenly felt a rumbling from the dragon being released and were pulled up against Rogue..

“Cool it cat boy, If the dragon attacked us it would be pretty tough” Doug said, bapping Rogue across the face

“But would you lose?” Fresh asked, watching doug with awe in their eyes

“Nah, I’d win.” Doug said, causing fresh to gasp loudly.

“Your so cool doug…”

“Yeah, your not so bad yourself kid.” Doug said, smirking widely before whispering in the frog ear of fresh’s onesie “Lets get outta here while Rogue here gawks at the dragon.”

Fresh nodded and they hopped off Rogue’s lap.

5 minutes later

Fresh and Rogue sat comfortably under the bleachers with an ice cream each (though they were very big so they had to use 2 hands to hold them).

“Mmm this tastes yummy!” Fresh exclaimed as they licked their ice cream

“Not bad kid… not bad…” Doug said before asking, “Tell us your story kid. How’d you meet dragon boy up there?”

“Woah, no one’s ever asked me that before… well, I guess I might as well tell you” Fresh paused a moment before beginning to talk, “Ages ago, I lived with a group of cats in the forest, but then I got lost. I tried to follow the river home but I couldn’t get back. That was when I ended up at Rogue’s house. He gave me a towel to dry me off from the rain and took care of me while he talked about dragons. After I was clean he offered me some clothes to stay sheltered from the rain, he gave me an old onesie he had as a baby, a frog onesie… that was when I found how much it resonated with me, and I knew that I had to stick with him no matter how big a loser he is…”

Doug nodded along as he heard the story, “How wholesome… my story is a bit more dark. But it starts similar to yours. A long long time ago, I also lived with a group of cats, but the group of cats I lived with, they were gangsters. They lived in the city, not the forest. They didn’t live off the land, they lived off stolen money. We went around robbing people for fun, especially gay people. Like Rogue” he said, pulling Rogue’s house keys out of his jacket, causing Fresh to gasp in shock and awe of Doug’s skills. “Anyway, one day we had found our next victim. He had just been kicked out of his apartment for some reason or another and we were about to make his day a lot worse… until I saw the tears in his eyes. When I saw those I stood between my own comrades and this stranger, because I felt something, a connection. I had to  fight ninjas, assassins, samurais, all to prevent them from getting to my soon to be owner… we’ve been inseparable ever since…” Doug said, looking off into the distance.

“That’s so sad… I’m so sorry you went through all that. Ribbit!” Fresh said.

“Y- yeah… your gang were all bakas…” a voice said from the side.

The two cats suddenly looked to see Bickslow himself sitting crosslegged in the grass, wiping a tear from his eyes, “S- sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, may I… say my piece too?” Fresh was reluctant given that they had seen what bickslow did to Rogue but he was crying and Doug had decided to answer anyway.

“Go ahead kid, tell us ya story” doug said in his deep, masculine voice.

“A- alright, well it all started when I was a mere boy…” he said, trying to keep himself from having an emotional outburst. “My parents never loved me as a child, so they kicked me out of the house and left me to fend for myself in the wild when I was only 18… that was when I found this strange cat ear headband accessory, it was soft, it felt nice on my head, even if It got soggy from the rain, it was that day that I started a new life, living as a catboy in the wild… I lapped up water from rivers with my tongue and said nya… but I can’t do that anymore…” a tear runs down his cheek, “My voice is too raspy… anyway, one day when I was by the river lapping water, a little kitty cat grabbed hold of my tongue and wouldn’t let go… that’s why my tongue is so long. Anyway, that cat invited me to her pack which I accepted, because I needed new friends. That went well for a while, until they learnt I couldn’t fly like they could… so one day they all flew off and shouted insults at me and even stole my cat ear headband… so I ran, I ran as fast as I could on all fours and that was when I found an abandoned building and lived out my days in. Oh yeah I also joined the dragon slayer academy at some point too…”

The cats moved to either side of him, patting his back as he cried.

Fresh decided to speak first, “Wow… you and rogue could totally be friends if you were nicer to him.

Bickslow suddenly raised an eyebrow and all the tears were gone, “YOUR ROGUE’S CAT?!?!?!” before picking them up by the scruff of their neck and carrying him out of the bleachers before throwing him high into the air. Doug leapt into action, climbing up bickslows back and leaping off his head, flying into the air and catching fresh as they fell.

“Close call kid” Doug said, before hearing a dragons roar behind them “He’s right behind me, isn’t he…” before the dragon bumped into them, knocking them out of the air. But thankfully, Doug was fast, he grabbed hold of the dragons horn and pulled the two of them onto the back of the dragon like it was nothing!

“Dracarys!” Doug said, making a pop culture reference.

“Woohoo!” Fresh exclaimed as they flew around the stadium.

This lasted about 5 minutes until doug noticed Sting looking up at them, so he grabbed fresh by the onesie and leapt off the dragon, landing in stings arms. Who returned fresh to their rightful owner.

On the way back from the match

Sting was walking with Doug on his shoulder and decided to ask, “How was being babysat with Rogue?”

“Not bad kid, not bad…” Doug responded coolly

(this looks so cursed lol)

[whumpbug]

whumperless whump event day 12: it's going down (i'm yelling timber) @whumperless-whump-event

building collapse / trapped under rubble / “i can't move my legs.”

see this post for character information!

caretaker: Cassidy

whumpee: Gene

THIS FIC IS NOT CANON! I REPEAT, THIS FIC IS NOT CANON! i just wanted to try my hand at something very whumpy and angsty but for all intents and purposes, this is simply a dream cassidy had or something like that. GENE IS ALIVE AND WELL.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

There was a fire in the schoolhouse. And it was spreading.

At the rate it was going, it'd reach just about all the buildings on the west side of town. One of those buildings happened to be the town jail.

Gene gritted his teeth and let his gaze flicker to the cell. Of course, there just had to be a certain outlaw locked up at the most inconvinient time.

Good ‘ol Silver.

As soon as Gene heard the crackling and screaming coming from outside, he knew he had to make a decision quick. If he left Silver in the cell, he would surely burn to death. 

On the other hand, releasing him could prove more dangerous if he decided to use the chaos as a distraction for his gang to come in and pick the place clean.

In the end, it was an easy decision.

Gene tossed his key ring to Silver, who blinked at him owlishly.

“You’re.. settin’ me free?”

“Yes. Now don’t just sit there lookin’ stupid, run,” Gene growled, stripping of his coat.

"Well, whatta 'bout you?" Cassidy's voice was small.

"Get outta here 'fore I change my mind."

He had more urgent matters to attend to.

He dashed over to the schoolhouse, where a frenzy of crying children crowded around their teacher, Miss Lowry. She looked positively panicked, looking around erratically. Her eyes finally landed on Gene and she all but collapsed at his feet in relief.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here! It’s Annie, she’s still trapped up there in the building! She was in the hall when it started-- oh lord mister, please help her!” She cried, clutching at Gene’s vest.

Gene steeled his resolve and nodded. "I'll get her, miss. Don't you worry."

He didn't look back as he headed straight for the flames.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the rickety doorway was how hard it was to breathe. He felt the familiar sense that his lungs were seizing up, but he could deal with it later. He had to focus.

“Annie! Where're you!” He shouted out, erupting into coughs.

“Hello?! I’m r-right here, mister!” A small voice responded, coughing through sobs.

Gene hacked even harder as he followed the voice. He ducked under charred wood and pushed school desks out of the way before eventually meeting the face of a terrified little girl, surrounded by burning rubble.

She let out a blubbering cry and launched herself forward into Gene’s arms. 

Gene let out a soft oof before hoisting her up over his shoulder. "S'all gonna be alright, sweetheart. I'm gonna get you out."

Once Gene actually finds a way out.

He held Annie close as he scanned for an escape route. The smoke was stinging his eyes, and his breaths were quickly becoming slow wheezes. One look at Annie and he saw she was dealing with the same thing. Her coughs were becoming louder-- more desperate. He needed to be fast if he wanted to save this girl.

Finally, he saw a sliver of hope. There were two beams resting against eachother, creating a pocket free of debris. It looked stable too, so long as it wasn't jostled too much. The only trouble was that it was entirely too small for Gene himself to fit through.

Oh well. I’ll figure something out.

He made a beeline for the exit, cradling the back of Annie’s head. His eyes were watering now. The air scorched his throat on the way down, and he looked down for a brief moment to see he was absolutely covered in soot.

As he finally reached the beams, he set Annie down very gently.

His voice was gravelling when he spoke.

“Alright darlin’, you have to head through this hole very carefully, okay? Don't touch the sides. I ain’t gonna be able to follow, but I’ll be right behind you. You hafta be brave, okay?” 

Annie’s eyes widened in pure panic.

“N-No! You have to come with me, mister! I’m too scared! Please!” She cried, clinging to Gene’s leg.

There was a sudden snap, and Gene saw a beam in the distance go down. Christ. They didn't have time for this.

“Alright! Alright. I’ll go with you. Promise. Just start walking, alright?” He reassured quickly, leaning away to cough.

She whimpered and nodded, holding Gene’s hands behind her as she inched her way through the beams.

Gene crouched, following her the farthest he could without disturbing the way the beams were balanced together.

She was about a foot from being out, when there was another sickening crack-- this time right above them.

“Shit!” Gene barked, and before he had time to think, he was shoving Annie as far forward as he could right as the beams gave way.

Right on top of him. 

All he felt was white-hot pain before everything went black.

••••

Cassidy watched from behind a tree as the bucket brigade finally started making a damn dent in the flames.

It had been nearly 7 minutes since Gene went in after that little girl, and there was no sign of either of them.

Cassidy was just about ready to head into the building himself. He was expendable. Deptuty Eugene Delaney was not. He rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward before--

He saw a soot-covered figure fall onto the grass, sobbing as hard as she could. That must be Annie, then.

So where the hell was the deputy. 

Cassidy took another experimental step forward, straining to look for any sign of a taller figure emerging.

All he was met with was the sickening sound of wood splitting, and a choked out scream as the building collapsed.

His legs were moving before he had time to think.

The bucket brigade, seeing the situation at hand, focused their efforts where the deputy presumably was. The worst of the flames had been snuffed out by some miracle, but the rubble was still creaking and falling all around. No one dared to get too close.

No one but Cassidy.

He crashed to his knees in front of where Annie escaped, ripping apart the rubble piece by piece, searching for any sign of life.

“Goddamn you, Delaney, always trying to be a goddamn hero,” He muttered, tearing away another plank of wood. The terror in his voice came out before he had a chance to surpress it.

His heart stopped when he heard a soft groan coming from below.

He wasted no time carefully, slowly lifting up a large scrap to reveal a soot-covered cotton vest, and just above it, a tuft of dirty blonde hair.

Cassidy felt his breath hitch as he lifted all the rubble he could hold in one go and.. Christ, it wasn’t good.

Gene was lying face down on the dirt, gasping for air. The entire left side of his face was blood-soaked, and more blood poured from his nose, seeping into his teeth. His lower half was obstructed by heavier rubble that Cassidy couldn’t lift on his own, and he wasn’t sure he liked what that meant for Gene. 

Still, he crouched towards the deputy, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder blade.

“Delaney? Delaney, you with me?” He questioned, voice tight with worry.

Gene made a pathetic attempt to nod, before erupting into a wheezing coughing fit again. 

“S-Still.. alive,” He rasped, gasping for air that would not come.

Cassidy urged his voice to be something gentle, despite his racing heart. “Alright cowboy, you gotta help me by wigglin’ out when I get this damn wood off’ya.”

Cassidy stood and got behind Gene, fingers hooking underneath part of the beam. Finally, some of the bystanders gained some sense and a few men stepped forward to help Cassidy lift.

They finally cleared out the crumbling beam, leaving Gene’s lower half lying limp against the dirt.

Gene blanched, sputtering out a cough as he tried to push himself up with his arms.

“C-Can’t.. can’t feel my legs..” He choked out, voice thick with panic. He clawed at the dirt in front of him. “Silver..”

Cassidy felt his heart sink.

“Sure you can. Don’t be stupid, Delaney, sure you can.” He knelt beside Gene. “It’s just the shock. Nothin’ more.”

Gene shut his eyes tight and shook his head. Tears were spilling freely now. It was the first time Cassidy had ever seen the other man cry.

“N-No.. s’like they’re not even there.” He wheezed, lowering his face to hide it from the onlookers’ staring.

Cassidy felt something akin to sorrow bubble up inside of him. He turned frustratedly to the group of bystanders. 

“Would someone please go get a doctor? Any time today?” He shouted, shooing off the crowd.

He turned back to Gene and ran a shaking hand through the singed hair on the back of his neck.

“You’re gonna be alright. We’ll fix this. I swear it.”

All Gene could do was sob.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

19 - Home Was A Dream, One I'd Never Seen, Til You Came Along

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: SMUT, talkin' bout babies again, piv, rough!Tyler (even when he's rough he's gentle though)

A/N: This was a little self indulgent hehehe

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Kate and Javi left the next morning, heading to her mom’s to clean up the old barn and set up a base for themselves. Tyler was going to suggest they just set everything up here, but he didn’t have full reign of the property quite yet. Emmaleigh and Mattias' things were all still here. Good thing about that was that they could use Mattias’ tools. So Tyler had begun to tinker with Georgia’s truck again. It was mostly body work that needed to happen and luckily Tyler was pretty handy at that, so over the next few days, he didn’t see much of Georgia as she had begun to clean up her saddles and bridles and get the two mares back into light work. She was mostly just walking them around the arena in hand, but it was a start. She’d sat in the house for a bit on her laptop, wondering if Tyler had been serious about getting her another horse.

She looked through some of her old Facebook groups and Instagram accounts. She hadn’t touched any of it for the past year or so, after the mares had retired. She still had messages from old friends asking if she could help them with their horses. She decided to message a few of them, offering her services if they were interested. She was surprised when over the next few hours she received several messages asking her when they could trailer out to the ranch and take a lesson.She even had a girl ask about working for her in exchange for lessons. She took a break, trying to digest what exactly was going on. She went out to the garage and found Tyler underneath her truck, having changed into a tattered hi-vis yellow t-shirt that had the name of Bobby’s garage on the back. He heard her dainty booted footsteps and crawled out from under the truck, standing and wiping his hands on a rag that he’d hung from the damaged side mirror. He’d replace those completely soon enough. 

He smiled at her. “I’d kiss ya but I’m kinda fuckin’ disgustin’.” He said, and she leaned against her truck. She was quiet and glanced down, toeing the ground, tapping her heel, and then sighing deeply. Tyler stepped closer, his fingertips gently connecting with her upper arms. “What’s’matter, Peach?”

“I messaged a few people about teaching. I had some replies. Even someone asking to work for me in exchange for lessons.” She murmured and Tyler’s grip tightened and he did kiss her, and he smelled like diesel and oil, but she was totally fine with that. 

“That’s amazin’! You gonna take her up on that?” Tyler asked and she shrugged.

“I wanted to ask you if you thought it was a good idea. I feel like if I’m gonna do this, I should try to write up some contracts and rules and shit. We have six more stalls...I could offer boarding as long as they’re not high maintenance...but we’d need to separate the pastures because Wilene will beat the shit outta other horses. She only doesn’t kill Twist because they’ve lived together their whole life.” Georgia explained and Tyler stepped away, nodding his head in agreement at all of her thoughts.

“I think that all sounds great. I think it’s up to you...I know you wanna include me, but it’s ultimately your decision. I’m just the labor.” He joked and Georgia smacked him lightly on his arm.

“You’re not just the labor, Tyler. You’re a part of this too. You included me in everythin’ with Kate and Javi, even though I only had a basic understanding of some of the shit you were talkin’ about. I wanna include you.” Georgia said, invading his space. She could smell his cologne through the diesel soot and engine oil and the mixture of it sent a shiver down her spine. Her cheeks went rosy as she gazed up at him.

“ Oh, Peach...” He purred, noticing her complexion change as their bodies connected, belt buckles clinking together. “You know how pretty you look when you want somethin’ from me? And God , I’ll give you everythin ’, that I fuckin’ promise.” His tone slid down an octave, still bearing softness and sensuality in several notes, and Georgia’s lips turned up, lids lowered, as she draped her arms around his well-built shoulders. His hands landed at her hips and drew her in. They stayed quietly connected for a few more moments before they parted. 

“Can I help with my truck?” Georgia asked and Tyler kissed her once again.

“Nah, Peach, you can answer those people back and look pretty while doin’ it though. Lemme play around with the truck a bit more and then I’ll come in and make dinner for you. Boone and Lily should be here in a day or two.” Tyler explained and Georgia nodded and smiled, as she waved and turned to head back into the house.

Twist and Wilene whinnied as they saw her come from the garage, so she stopped to give them some love before going to sit on the porch with the puppies. The puppies who had settled right into being wonderful little farm dogs, and had been relaxing by the front door, waiting for Tyler and Georgia to come back. They had become accustomed to their humans flitting around, doing all kinds of things so if the puppies didn’t feel like it, they didn’t follow, and just chilled out on the porch.

Georgia sat in the rocking chair on the porch, answered some messages and emails, 

When Boone and Lily arrived the next afternoon, Tyler let the puppies out first. Boone jumped up and down with excitement and Lily immediately sat on the ground, so she could get bowled over by the three puppies. Tyler stepped down off the porch, making his way to the truck, a newer Dodge, another dual-wheeled diesel but with a long bed, painted a dark pine green. It had a rack like Tyler’s truck and bright KC lights, a busted tail light, a fucked up tailgate and performance shocks underneath. With some modifications, and welding a roll cage onto the frame, it would be tornado ready by next season. 

“Boone, we’re gonna look like fuckin’ Christmas chasin’ these storms.” Tyler joked and they hugged and shook hands. Tyler hugged Lily too and proceeded then to check over every inch of the truck with Boone. Georgia came outside a few minutes later and hugged Lily.

“How are you doin’?” Lily asked, and Georgia smirked. 

“Did Tyler tell you yet?” She asked and Lily shook her head.

“Tell us what?” Boone inquired as he pulled Georgia into a tight hug as they’d rounded off looking at the truck. Tyler put his hands on his hips and smiled.

“Gee and I are havin’ a baby.” Tyler said, proudly, and both Boone and Lily’s eyes went wide before Boone jumped in the air and whooped loudly. He skipped around for a couple seconds, then hugged Tyler and Georgia separately and then he kissed Lily, which took her by surprise.

“We’re gonna be Uncle Booney and Auntie Lily, baby!” He exclaimed and Lily just smiled and pulled Georgia into an embrace. 

🌪⛈️🌪

Georgia stared out the window over the kitchen sink, taking a sip of water and feeling immediate nausea. She wished it would stop, but now she knew the reason. She just wished she could have it both ways, because a few weeks in and the nausea was draining her completely. She had no problem with being pregnant, but the morning sickness was horrible, and sometimes it would persist into the afternoon. Today in particular was a bad day, halfway through the morning and she’d just gotten out of bed. Tyler spent day and night with Georgia, hidden away in their-soon-to-be home and even though he was always doing something, he made sure he made time to check in with Georgia, even if they weren’t in the immediate vicinity of each other. 

He’d been out most of the morning, having come back in several times to check on her. This time he was thinking maybe he was getting hungry, and he wanted to see if Georgia was feeling up to eating anything yet. She’d made a doctor’s appointment at his behest, knowing that he was worried about how severe her morning sickness had been right away. She wasn’t at a point that it was debilitating, but Tyler was ready at any moment to take her to the emergency room if needed. 

She heard footsteps behind her but she didn’t look because she knew it was him. She could tell by the slight hesitation in his left foot as he stepped. It was as if he didn’t place all of his weight across the whole bottom of his foot. If he did, he’d get a sharp sting running up his leg and through his hip. It was the smallest limp, but it was noticeable to her. She’d clocked it the first time she’d met him and he had been pretty damn good at hiding it, but he always let his guard down around her, especially if they were alone. He knew he could relax and show a little weakness with her. She accepted him as he was.

She felt a hand weave around her waist. The other around her jaw, turning her head slightly so that he could capture her lips with his. His body was warm as it enclosed her from behind, his hips pressing hers into the counter. In fact, his shirt was sweat soaked and she could smell the soot from the trucks on him. 

“How ya feelin’? He asked, his voice raspy and deep. Georgia pushed her back into his chest and his hand that was on her jaw traveled down to cup a tender breast and begin to knead it gently through her tank top. “I just sent Boone and Lily to the store for a few things. Should be back in a half hour or so...” He said, as Georgia moaned softly at the feel of his hand on her tits. They were so sore and his warm, calloused hands felt wonderful to her. His other hand pulled up the hem of her shirt, fingers caressing circles around her belly button.

“Tyler...I...” She began but she gave up saying much of anything as he ground his hips against hers. She reached down and unzipped her jeans. She pulled them down just enough to expose her most sensitive parts to the humid air. Tyler did the same, freeing his cock from the confines of his tight jeans. He licked his lips as he pressed kisses up and down the side of her neck and cheek. He moved her hair to one side so that he could nibble her earlobe and kiss her jaw. 

“You want me right here, over the kitchen sink, darlin’? He asked, lust evident in his tone as it took on a thick and sweet quality that only reminded her of a top shelf bourbon that they used to never be able to afford.

“Yes, Tyler, please.” She groaned, not wanting to wait any longer. The nausea had gone, and more than a few times now it was because Tyler had come in, hot and heavy and ready to fuck her again. Her desire for him overcame everything at this point. She knew a lot of it was her hormones were on overdrive, but Tyler certainly wasn’t helping any. He took his length in hand, swiped it through her very wet and very ready folds before pushing inside her. She grasped for purchase on the window sill with one hand, and the counter on the other. Tyler pressed forward, wrapping one arm around her waist, holding her away from the edge of the counter so she wouldn’t have bruises. His other hand intertwined with hers on the window sill, as he thrust, rough and sloppy. 

“Oh, fuck, Ty!” Georgia’s moans were long and drawn out as he continued carelessly rutting into her. His grip tightened, lack of rhythm apparent as he struggled to connect his lips with her neck. The only sounds that reached her ears then were their belt buckles jingling, the slap of their skin together as Tyler thrust roughly in and out, and his breath at her ear, whispering the dirtiest shit he’d ever said to her. 

“You’re such a fuckin’ naughty girl, Gee. Where else you gonna let me fuck you, darlin’, huh?” He asked, voice deep as the depths of the ocean with an almost animalistic yearning. Few times had she felt Tyler like this, and she knew when he was this riled up, he was tired. 

“Wherever you want, Ty. Whenever you want.” She breathed, as he thrust once more, coming undone. She didn’t even need to finish, because the feeling of him spilling inside her, as he bent her over the kitchen sink, had her pretty damn satisfied. 

“Goddamn, Peach. I almost forgot how wild you are.” His words were drawn out, strained, as pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in the faint fruity scent of her shampoo and soap, mixed with her sweat. His hips stuttered and stilled, as he settled in weight behind her, his knees shaky. He’d feel this later. 

“Why are we so horny, Ty?” She asked jokingly and it made him laugh and press his lips to the back of her neck. He sighed, resting his head against her back. She settled over the sink, nostrils flaring, feeling nausea creep up again, but she pushed it down as best as she could. 

“Cause we’re in fuckin’ love, Gee. We’re stupid in love.” He said as he reached up to pull her shirt aside so he could kiss her shoulder. He rubbed his stubbly cheek against her soft skin before stepping away. She felt a rush of warmth and emptiness as he pulled out. She whimpered and glanced over her shoulder at him. He was tucking himself back in jeans and she wiggled her own back up. 

“We should probably clean ourselves up before Boone and Lily get back. This kitchen smells like sex.” Tyler laughed and he grabbed her hand, not even letting her zip her jeans.

“But Ty, I was...” Georgia began and he shushed her.

“ Peach, I can fuck you again in the shower .” He smirked and guided her up the stairs. 

“You’re so bad.” She mused, her grin widening, and he kissed her, twirling her slowly before they reached the bathroom.

“You said I could have you anywhere, anytime. Figure we should take advantage of the alone time.” He said and she giggled, nearly jumping on him as they passed the threshold of the bathroom.

[cherry1sblog]

My collage roommate (part 2)

!!YJW!!

Summary:u entered collage everything was going amazing u had your bsf with u but there was one problem ur collage roommate… (also there is a plot twist about heeseung and jungwon there not as close as u think)

Warnings:cursing kissing (WILL EVENTUALLY BE A SMUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER JUST GIVE ME SOME TIME -also tell me if I missed any this

RECAP:

“Yeah that’s right just walk away that’s why yuji never wanted to be with just walk away from all your problems that’s probly why she wouldn’t even have sex with u!”

He stoped and let go of your hand and the next thing u know he’s punching heeseung

OMG JUNGWON

//BACK TO SCENE \\

“OMG JUNGWON!!”

You were completely shocked not knowing what to do but people obviously heard you screaming so people started to gather around but Jake and sunoo pushed thrue the crowd to see

“YO wtf are you guys doing “

Jake tried to pull jungwon off of heeseung after they both got each others punched jungwon wouldn’t stop pushing jake to the ground and leaving everyone shocked screaming yelling recording egging it on

“STOP SUNOO SUNGHOON DO DOMETHING”

At this point sunoo had gotten upset cause it was his party they decided to fight at jake was pissed everything was going wrong here sunoo grabbed jungwon and pushed him off sunghoon and Jake grabbing heeseung

“WTH DO YOU GUYS THINK YOUR DOOING “

“Maybe ask jungwon hes being a little bitch”

“Call me a bitch agian I just kicked your ass!!”

“Oh y-

“STOP IT I don’t know why tf you guys are fighting but I wanna go home you guys can be pricks later “

“Jake can you please take me home “

“Uh Sure”

“Wait y/n I was gonna take u-

“You’ve done enough for tonight you two should stay and help sunoo clean up you guys fucked up his party “

Jake took you to his car everyone eles left the comotion im almost positive heeseung went home pissed off sunoo obviously upset at the boys but wasn’t to upset cause the night still continued after you were in jakes car silent until he spoke to you

“Y/n”

You turned your head to face him

“You know whatever they said back there don’t pay attention to it”

“Yk I was trying to but everything was so outta pocket it’s messing with me “

“Ik you and jungwon just barley are getting to know eachother but he really dose like you “

“Can I ask you somthing “

Jake nodded as a response

“Who’s yuji and why did she break up with jungwon”

“Ah I really shouldn’t be the one to tell you this “

“Please jake”

“Ugh Fine Yuji we’ll she was um something she cheated on jungwon a lot and jungwon was done with it after he found out heeseung and her got drunk and accidentally slept Together “

“What that’s crazy heeseung dosent seem like that type of guy”

“Weel he was drunk but that’s what happened and after they broke up she spread lies cause she didn’t want people to know she was a cheater so she said things like Jungwons bad in bed he’s a virgin things like that”

“Damn I thought you guys were all best freinds he even said so himself “

“Well he’s not the type of person to hold a grudge so he forgave him but heeseung can be an ass about it sometimes “

“Ah I see “

The whole car ride to your dorm was more quiet after that convo you guys had you had no idea that happened to jungwon and well that girl you saw I Gusse he really did have a reason to be angry at her you were more confused as to why heeseung felt the need to be an ass still if jungwon had already forgave him maybe he was the one still caught up?

//when jungwon got home\\

You wanted to stay up and ask jungwon what happend so as soon as you heard him open the door to the dorm u marched to him just as he was walking thrue the hallway part to take his shoes off

“Wth was that yang”

“What’s it to you “

“Idk maybe the fact my name was brought up so many times”

“So many times are you talking about how heeseung said I wanted to fuck you “

“I-

“If that what you thought I’m sorry but I’m just tryna make sure your not a pon in his game “

“I can take care of myself if your so worried and what if I did huh What’s It To YOU”

“Yk what I couldn’t give a fuck less what you do”

You just nodded at him and picked at your lip and grabed you phone and wallet and a jacket and put on your shoes as fast as you could

“What are u Doing “

“Dw about it you couldn’t give a fuck less what I do right “

He grabbed your wrist getting you to stay you looked at him and threw your hand off of him

“Scince you couldn’t give a fuck less I’m going to heeseung s Place “

He pushed u back inside locked the door and pinned you to the wall

“What makes you think your going over there princess”

……….

[lindisworld]

Close || Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary - Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

Chapter five.

It was currently 8 pm at night, her coffee shop closed an hour ago. After she left Nelson and Murdock, [Name] stopped at her cafe and sent her staff home early, leaving the cleaning up part for herself. A routine she got fairly use to due to a certain male coming in.

“Frank, this is getting quite odd.” [Name] states as she slid a hot black coffee cup towards him. “You can always come during normal business hours. Instead of coming before or after opening and closing time.” 

“You kickin’ me outta here, boss?” Frank chuckles and sips on his cup. The bitterness of it hitting his tastebuds. “A man needs his cup of coffee before he does his work.” He adds with a smirk. 

“No, all im saying is you’re acting like a vampire. Can’t be seen by the light if not you’ll be burned. You’re an open guy, you hiding something?” [Name] asks. Ever since she had that one incident where her hearing was gone, Frank came a couple days later to see how she was. Frank explicitly told her that this doesn’t mean they have a friendship or anything like it. He’s a very blunt person, always speaking his mind, never sugarcoating anything.

Yet, it’s been a couple of weeks since the incident, Frank’s been there when [Name] comes early morning to start her preparations for the day and comes late after closing when she’s cleaning up by herself. She didn’t know how he knew when she comes, but she never questioned it. It’s not that he cared for his appearance in open space, but he’s made enough enemies to create chaos where he goes publicly. Frank would hate if his favorite coffee shop would get caught in the midst of a fight. 

“I ain’t hidin’ nothin’, gotta ask the right questions and you’ll get the answers.” Frank said, his eyes looking at the tv screen that’s in the corner of the shop. [Name] scoffs in amusement and rolls her eyes. 

“Alrighty, what’s your last name? I need to place a tab for you at my shop. You haven’t paid a single coffee ever since you started coming. There’s a ton of Franks that come here,” [Name] states, “I need to know which Frank I gotta charge.” She said sarcastically. 

“Castle. I ain’t robbin’ ya though, you refuse every time I gotta pay.” Frank retorted.  

“Yeah cause you always come beat up, this time you blamed the Devilman for the injury. You might be lying.” [Name] explains, “Came here with that bloody cut of yours. You’re glad I fixed the stitching on that nasty wound, it probably won’t scar.” 

”Cause it’s true, believe me or not. You know I don’t lie.” Frank responds, shrugging his shoulders. “Would you believe if I said I’m the one person that everyone is talkin’ about?” 

“The Punisher? You gotta be joking.” [Name] laughs and shakes her head in disbelief, why would Frank be The Punisher? It’s not that she would judge, but she felt a twinge of fear in her. She read articles that vividly described the brutal and merciless ways the people were killed. She realized she only knew a small portion of Frank, she didn’t know the extent of his abilities.  

Frank let slip out that he served in the military a few day ago, completely dismissing [Name] whenever she asked or gave little to none information. It was a subject he didn’t want talk about yet. [Name] turns to Frank whose face is stoic, his lips in a straight line. His expression never faltered for a second. He was serious.

“[Name], I shouldn’t have told you but I figured it’s better hearing it from me than the media anytime soon.” 

“Frank Castle is The Punisher. You think they’ll give me a money reward if I turn you in?” [Name] jokes, wishing it would ease the tension in the air. Frank hums in amusement, “Thought you’d kick me outta here and tell me to never come back.” He said honestly. 

“You ain’t leaving until you pay all your debts with me.” [Name] responds, she took a moment before speaking again, “I don’t know if this’ll reassure you but I won’t tell anyone or turn you in.” She spoke softly. Frank nods in appreciation, uttering a small ‘thanks’ as he finishes the coffee. 

“Thanks for the free coffee, it might be awhile till you see me again. I gotta take care of some things.” Frank said. 

“Take care Frank, be safe.” [Name] pulled Frank into an immediate embrace that took him by surprise. The few seconds of shock washed away as he returned the hug, allowing his arms to wrap around [Name]. 

“You too, also here.” Frank pulled away and placed a cold metal on her hand, her fingers grabbing onto the handle of the gun. “In case of any trouble, you’ll have this to protect yourself.” 

“Frank, I don’t think you know but i’m always carrying.” [Name] laughs as she grabbed her purse from the counter, opening it enough for Frank to see the weapon. Frank chuckles at the sight, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Attagirl, I knew you were something special.” He walked behind the counter that led to the back. 

“I’ll see you later, Castle.” [Name] said as Frank walked away from her and towards the back exit of the building. [Name] watched his retreating form, she then placed the gun in a nearby safe spot where it was hidden but easily accessible. 

She walked towards the back door, Frank no where in sight. [Name] proceeded to lock the doors and called it a night. Knowing Frank was The Punisher didn’t set in until she reached her car. Her heart thumping against her chest, her fingers became clammy as she tried to ignite her car. It was a big secret to know. Especially with how many people were dead and probably more to come, reporters and citizens were calling him a terrorist. [Name] wouldn’t know what to do if anyone were to come find out that she knew who he was all along. 

 

Multiple dead bodies were spread around the carousel, except for one person left alive. Matt walks towards the merry go round, the sounds of grunts coming from a guy who attempts to crawl away. Once he turned around, he was faced with Daredevil who dragged up against the carousel. Rory immediately withdrew his weapon, a couple of rounds hitting the ceiling. Matt snapped his wrist into a L bent position, the sounds of bones snapping uncomfortably resulting a pained hiss from Rory and dropping the gun in that second.

”Who did this?” 

“People you shouldn’t mess with.” Rory said. 

“I got all night and you’re bleeding out,” Matt told Rory, his hand still holding Rory’s wrist in a tight hold. “Go to hell!” Rory spat. Matt twisted his wrist in another direction that shouldn’t be humanly possible, a yell of pain left Rory’s mouth. It seemed like he wasn’t gonna get the answer he needed. 

“It doesn’t matter anyway, as long as we’re done with him. He’ll be good as dead. We’ll get that bitch from the cafe he’s been seeing next.” Rory chuckled, blood running down his mouth. 

Matt gripped onto his wrist tighter than he had been, it couldn’t have been a coincidence that the person he’s talking about is [Name]. “Who’s the girl?” He asked, police sirens were ringing in his ears, he didn’t have much time to talk so he needed to do this quick. 

“[Name]. Stupid bitch is gonna get what’s coming.” Rory wanted to continue to talk but was interrupted by his pain. Matt slammed him against the ride, his hands gripping Rory’s stained shirt, his head hitting the merry go round.

“When are they coming for her?”

”When Frank’s dead.” Rory let out another laugh, “unless they already got her and she’s dead.” He said in amusement. Matt grabbed his other wrist and twisted it, a wail of agony echoed through the park. 

Matt was able to get Frank’s location a few minutes later, injuring Rory more than he intended. Anger coursed through his veins, a hint of worry seeping through too. [Name] was in every corner of his life ever since they met. It was hard to stay away. Now that Karen and her are friends and apparently Frank too.

Matt arrived at the place and got through the group of men with ease, knocking each of them out, using his baton as help. Gunshots were heard from another room, no doubt Frank killing them. 

“You were there. Who killed my family?” Matt heard Frank ask as he took a swing on a guy who came running up to him. “Who cares! We’ll get [Name] next!” Matt landed a kick against the attacker’s chest before knocking him unconscious. 

“What’d you say?!” Frank pressed the shotgun against his head, his finger itching to pull the trigger. “I said she’ll be good as dead by tonight.” Finn replied with a smug expression. 

“That’s not happening on my watch.” The shotgun echoed through the room, Matt ran closer to where Frank was. Two guys were leaning against the wall, avoiding shots that Frank was shooting. 

“One batch, two batch.” Frank bows his head and breathes in, “ Penny and dime.” The rhyme he always says before doing his work.

Matt threw his baton, knocking the guy off his feet and taking the other guy down by surprise. Matt grabbed his batons off the floor, “They’re gonna pay for this.” Frank states, struggling to stand but his adrenaline keeps pumping through him. 

“[Name] has my gun, she’ll use it if she has to.” Frank said, it was more of reassuring himself that she’s safe. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to bring her into this.” He adds, the urge to eliminate them intensified every passing minute. Couple of men came barging into the room, without hesitation both men sprang into action. Their bodies dropping unconscious to the floor. Each time Frank attempted to end their life, the weapon flew out of his hand. Matt was restricting him from doing it, reminding him of the importance of justice over revenge.

[sh1mmer-add1ct]

Lynn’s Transcript

(Ft Maria, Rae(my other family oc) and @/g0ttal0ve101’s oc, Les, will eventually add on @/lelandmylove’s oc Jolene too :3 ‘n the family’s responses)

(Ability- Sweet Nothings:

Match Start

-“Huh…seems like we got company.”

-“Lets get this over with.."

-"Guess I'll have to trick 'em again.."

Feeding Grandpa

-“‘s good, ain’t it?

-“This’d already be over with if you was up ‘nd able…”

-“‘m gettin’ hungry myself..,”

-“Don’t worry, we’re gettin’ it under control, grandpa!”

Victim Found (in hiding spot)

-“Whatcha doin’ in there, doll?"

-"Get outta there, that's my hidin' spot!"

-"Found ya!~" (laughs)

-"Alright, hun, no more hidin'."

-"Awh, guess our game of cat 'nd mouse is over then, sweet face."

Victim Hit

-"Awhhh, that hurt hun?"

-"You ain't getting very far like that...you should just give up now."

-"Quit runnin' 'nd I'll take it easy on ya... just kiddin'" (laughs)

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Victim Seen

-“Where ya goin’, doll?”

-“There you are…”

-“Quit runnin’ little bunny..”

-“I won’t hurt ya..not too bad at least” (laughter)

Victim seen v2/Ability used

-“Help..! (Sob) Please…”

-“I…don’t know who you are…but we should stick together, I think I know a way out.”

-“Hey! Over here! I found a way out…”

-“(sob) help me..please…”

-“You look like shit..”

Blood trail

-“Ooh…you left a trail, sweet face.”

-“(giggle) Someone ain’t doin’ too good..”

-“Yer losin’ an awful lotta blood.”

-“Yer bloods supposed to be in yer body, y’know~“

Idle

-“I didn’t wanna kill her…I really didn’t..I wish I coulda just kept her in my room..”

-“Hopefully mama’s proud of me after this…I really hope so…I don’t think she likes me too much…well..I mean, I know she does..just not as much as Johnny..”

-“Maybe I can keep one of them tied up in my room…I’ll have to keep her quiet though…”

-“(huff) what the hells this draggin’ out for?”

-“I wonder if he still wants me dead sometimes…nah…probably not.”

Victim seen escaping

-“Shit, shit, shit!” -“Oh no…mama’s gonna be pissed…”

-“Goddamnit…maybe Nubbins’ll catch ‘em down the road…”

-“You slippery sumbitch!” -“Hey! Our game of cat ‘nd mouse wasn’t over yet..”

Ability Denied

-“Nah…they won’t fall for it.” -“Not yet..”

-“They’ve already seen me…”

-“Ain’t none of ‘em nearby.”

Close encounter

-“I might be small, but I’ll still slit yer throat!” -“This’d be a lot easier if you’d just sit still”

-“You ain’t gonna win, hun.”

Execution

-“Told ya, you weren’t gonna last much longer”

-“Hm~ looks like our game of cat ‘nd mouse is over.”

-“Don’t worry, you’ll be joinin’ yer friend.”

(female victim only) -“‘s a shame..I coulda kept you tied up in my room..oh well~!”

Maria seen

-“Oh shit…that’s that damn girl!” -“She’s still alive?!” -(sigh)”Damnit Johnny..”

-“He must’ve really liked her…”

-“What the hell…whatever, I’ll catch that bitch myself.”

Drayton/The Cook seen

-“Quit yellin’ at me..christ..”

-“‘m sure Johnny didn’t mean to make this damn mess..”

-“what’s for dinner tonight?” -“Goddamnit old man, stop fuckin’ yellin’ at me. I’m workin’ on it!”

Nubbins/Hitchhiker Seen

-“..watch where yer pointin’ that knife, yeah?”

-“d’ya wanna see some bugs I found after we clean this mess up?” -“you should show me how to make some of them traps sometime..”

-“Grandpa’ll be real proud of us!”

Johnny seen

-“Don’t worry ‘bout it too much…’m sure it’ll be long forgotten as soon as this is over.” -“Y’think Nancy’ll be proud of me after this..?” -“I’m tryin’ to find her, Damnit!” -“Why do you fool around with them girls anyway? It makes Rae real jealous…”

Sissy seen

-“Don’t worry, I ain’t stepping’ in yer flowers..”

-“Where’d you learn to make that poison anyhow? It’s real helpful..”

-“Good thing it’s wildflower season, huh? Maybe after this I can help ya gather some more.”

-“That poison stuff smells real good but it stings like a bitch..”

Nancy Seen

-“I’ll find em, don’t worry!” -“Y’think I should try to trick em?” -“Any luck..? …we’ll get ‘em”

-“I know a real good spot to put one of them traps!”

Bubba Seen

-“How the hell don’t you get tired swingin’ that thing around? My arms hurt just carryin’ it..”

-“Yer doin’ a real good job! Get those sumbitches!” -“Yer real good with that saw…”

-“Don’t listen to ‘em yellin’ at you, they just wanna get this shit over with..”

Hands Seen

-“I barely know you, ‘nd I already know yer nothin’ but trouble. Stay the hell outta my way.” -“You may be big, but height ain’t gonna save ya if you keep showin’ up for no good damn reason!” -“I dunno why the hell Johnny likes you so much…’s beyond me.” -“Just…get outta my way ‘nd set some of those freaky ass traps..”

-“You taught Johnny? Hah! Bullshit.”

Les seen

-“Bullet’s real good at finding’ em..”

-“You should have Bullet flush ‘em out, ‘nd then we can catch em!”

-“‘ya wanna go swimmin’ out back later? ‘S hotter than hell out here..”

-“Yer gettin’ really good at this!”

Rae Seen

-“‘m sure Johnny didn’t really like that girl…”

-“If I find her, I’ll drag her to ya so you can make sure she’s dead, yeah?”

-“Yer real good with that axe!”

-“you ain’t the only one that ain’t actually apart of this family..so…I get it. I dunno what Drayton’s got against you though..”